"The professor left a ticket for her," the staff member explained.

"Can Professor Boris keep the ticket?"

"Yes, but there are not many places."

"..." Qi Xuan was confused. At the dinner table, Ji Changmu clearly said that it was not possible, and her brother spent money to buy the admission ticket.

The staff checked her ticket and led her to sit down according to the seat number.

Her position was okay, in the fifth row, but not as good as the first row.

Qiao Muyuan had nothing to do, and it was still a long time before the show started. She looked around the scene boredly, and accidentally saw the girl sitting not far behind her.

This girl...she looks familiar.

By the way, it was the girl I saw outside the bar that day. At that time, she helped the drunk Ji Changmu into the restaurant.

Qi Xuan also saw Qiao Muyuan, and their eyes met. Qiao Muyuan first withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and continued to look at the podium.

Was she also invited by Ji Changmu? But she doesn't look like a student from Columbia University.

Qiao Muyuan didn't know where he was feeling unhappy. He pouted his mouth and lowered his head to play with the doll on his backpack.

Ji Changmu walked in on the red carpet on time. From Qiao Muyuan's point of view, he had to raise his head slightly to see his whole body clearly.

The man, dressed in a formal black suit, stood in front of the podium, and the electronic screen in the auditorium also lit up.

His eyes swept around the audience.

Qiao Muyuan seemed to notice that his eyes paused on her body for a brief moment.

She brought her notebook and will listen to the lecture well.

Ji Changmu's deep and deep voice sounded in the empty auditorium. Qiao Muyuan was close, taking notes and looking at the big screen.

But more often, she stared at Ji Changmu.

This man has a really good figure, his facial features are as three-dimensional as sculptures, and his mannerisms are all well-educated and graceful.

She looked around, no wonder there were mostly girls coming, and the girls' eyes were wide open.

Do they know that Professor Boris, whom they admire, is a well-dressed beast in private? They really want to expose this well-dressed beast.

However, her life and death were still controlled by Ji Changmu, so she had no choice but to curl her lips and continue taking notes.

For a few moments, Ji Changmu's eyes seemed to collide with hers, and every time, Qiao Muyuan's heart skipped a beat.

The lecture is one and a half hours long.

She agreed to Ji Changmu to continue filming, but he said it was not to take advantage of her, but just another investment.

In fact, being able to continue filming is one of the best things in the world for her, especially now that she is on winter vacation and she has nothing to do.

There was a question and answer session in the lecture. Ji Changmu looked at the crowd of students in the dark auditorium and asked, "Do you have any questions? You can ask."

"Professor Boris, can I ask anything?" A boy yelled maliciously.

"You can ask anything related to finance." Ji Changmu looked cold.

During this session, Qiao Muyuan was drawing in her notebook lonely and bored, but she would not raise her hand.

But many students raised their hands, Qi Xuan raised them the highest, and kept shouting: "I have a problem, I have a problem!"

Ji Changmu nodded at her: "That classmate, tell me."

Qi Xuan asked about financial issues related to her graduation thesis. She had many, many questions that she wanted to ask Ji Changmu, but since the last time they met, she had no chance.

The spotlight shone on Qi Xuan's face. Qiao Muyuan did not turn around and stared at the podium.
Chapter completed!