"Sir, please wait here for a moment! Don't wander off. Remember, don't wander off!"
Amid a sea of baffled onlookers, Qin Fan let go of the old man's hand and gently patted his arm.
"Okay, okay, okay!" the old man replied, his legs trembling visibly. He swallowed hard, his throat dry from nerves.
"Mm! Don't panic or be afraid! You'll be fine!" Qin Fan said with a nod. After offering these words of reassurance, he strode into the auditorium.
Watching Qin Fan's figure disappear, the old man glanced around. He spotted a stone bench to one side and hesitantly asked a student from the crowd, "C-can I sit here?"
"Of course, you can! Sir, forget the bench—if you wanted to find a sofa in the administration building, no one would dare say a word to you!" the student replied immediately.
That was the wrong thing to say. The old man immediately flinched, thinking the student was mocking him, and the timid look on his face intensified.
