"Her words need not be said here, but can I at least say my words here?"
Fiona Grant heard this familiar voice, and her heart missed a beat.
She saw in an inconspicuous spot among the crowd, an elderly man took off his hat, revealing his salt-and-pepper hair.
This person was none other than Professor Tate.
Fiona said in surprise, "Professor, why are you here?"
At this time, with the help of someone beside him, Professor Tate climbed onto the stage from the nearby steps.
"My good student is starting a company; of course, I'm here to show my support."
Fiona watched Professor Tate's expression, her heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.
South Grant had no relation with Professor Tate, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that there was some connection between the two. Was she overthinking it?
"Professor, why didn't you call me before you came? I could have sent a car to pick you up," Fiona said with a smile.
