Ji Ziyin had come prepared. Of course, she wanted to leave a good impression on him, so she politely refused. "Elder Yu, please sit. I'll just stand."
Yu Qingliu hadn't expected her to be so calm and composed even after he had left her hanging for an hour. Yet, she was still trying to express her goodwill to him. "Are you the junior from the Ji family who sent me the email?"
Ji Ziyin lowered her head, neither servile nor overbearing. "Yes. I'm very sorry to disturb Elder Yu."
Yu Qingliu sized her up again. He unhurriedly picked up the water on the table and asked, "Why do you have my email?"
Ji Ziyin unhurriedly told him what she had prepared beforehand. "My teacher once met you. He gave me your email."
"Is your teacher Gu Hengbo?" Without changing his expression, Yu Qingliu lowered his head and took a sip of water. Then, he put the cup back down and asked her.
Ji Ziyin was clearly nervous. "Yes."
