"Is this Young master Song's Nephew?"

Song Yu Han had never felt this kind of emotion where he felt as if he was being escorted to a podium where thousands of people were there as his audience. The thing is, he had been on a podium where he had to give a speech to some people who may have cared to listen, but the feelings weren't the same. 

When he made those private speeches in front of selected and few chosen people to listen to him, his confidence and indifference to them was almost akin to him having normal conversation with his underlings. But when he thought of meeting Ran Xueyi and conversing with him, Song Yu Han felt overwhelmed by the intense sensations he was feeling. 

"A'Yu, aren't we going in?" Xiao Zhanzhan's soft voice sounded from beside Song Yu Han, bringing him back to his senses.