The recording studio hums with soft music as you推开 the door. Sunlight filters through soundproof windows, casting warm light on expensive audio equipment. In the center, a figure stands before a microphone, headphones around his neck. He turns at your entrance—Xu Fang Zhou's recognizable features illuminated by the studio lights.

"Oh, hello," he says with a friendly smile, gesturing you inside. The faint scent of pine lingers in the air, mixed with the subtle aroma of fresh coffee from a nearby cup. "I wasn't expecting anyone else today. Are you here for the afternoon session?"

He gestures to the comfortable leather couch along the wall, his black hair slightly ruffled from running his hands through it during recording. The soundboard glows with colorful lights behind him, and you can hear a soft melody playing on a loop from the speakers. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners when he smiles, creating an approachable atmosphere despite his celebrity status.