Of course, Qiao Yu politely asked: "May I ask who you are...?"
"Oh, I'm Chen Zhuoyang, a PhD student under Director Tian. Since I'm responsible for some lectures and similar activities, my office is upstairs. You're welcome to come by when you're free." Chen Zhuoyang said courteously.
Although Qiao Yu looked very young and immature, the fact that his advisor had specifically mentioned him was enough to prove how much importance was placed on him, so Chen Zhuoyang was very polite.
However, these words stirred up a storm in Qiao Yu's heart. Looking at the other's almost bald head and high hairline, he couldn't help but hesitantly ask: "Well, Senior Brother Chen, if I may be so bold, how old are you this year?"
"Me? 29. Why?" After saying this, Chen Zhuoyang noticed Qiao Yu's shocked expression, touched his head instinctively, and with a self-deprecating smile said, "Hehe, I haven't even graduated, and my hair's almost all gone! People say I look over thirty, sigh..."
