"Han Jifeng, Secretary to Xia Zhengguo?"
As they brushed past each other, Song Baiyan suddenly spoke, his voice low and resonant, exuding a warmth that could make one lower their guard.
Han Jifeng stopped in his tracks, casting a glance his way.
— What met him was Song Baiyan's generous gaze.
The look Song Baiyan gave him carried a touch of sincerity, as if it was as vast and boundless as the skies: "I didn't expect to meet the man himself here tonight."
These words weren't meant to mock him, but instead seemed to hold him in high regard.
Han Jifeng nodded and then said, "I've always admired Minister Song. When I saw you just now, I wasn't sure how to greet you properly. If there was any disrespect, I hope the Minister forgives me."
His admiration for Song Baiyan was genuine and not just polite flattery.
