Zhou Huaiyi responded, "Mm, how about you?"
Yu Fu: "I'm from Capital Media, my home is in Yanchuan, so I came back."
Zhou Huaiyi: "That's great."
The corridor of the studio on the eighth floor was exceptionally quiet, with a line of tightly shut doors all the way. Yu Fu looked at the door numbers, all the way to the end of the corridor, not entirely sure, she asked Zhou Huaiyi quietly, "Is this the one? That's what the receptionist said earlier."
Zhou Huaiyi looked up at the door number and nodded, "Yes."
So Yu Fu raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Two seconds later, a voice from inside responded, "Come in."
Yu Fu turned the door handle, and the two of them entered one after the other.
Inside sat a relatively young interviewer from that day, with clear and delicate features and a gentle personality. He smiled, gesturing to a small sofa behind him, his deep, magnetic voice still soft and approachable: "Sit."
The two of them obediently sat down, one behind the other.
