"Zhou Xiyang, don't be nervous. I don't mean anything by this. President Qi and I are just ordinary friends; it's not that complicated. If you want to be friends with him... you should just... call him? Hmm?" Hua Xiaomo said with a sweet smile, making a 'call me' gesture near her ear.
"I understand, I understand... Thank you, Xiao Mo!" Zhou Xiyang finally seemed to have regained his composure.
"Alright, I have to go now. I wish you success!" Hua Xiaomo smiled, patted his shoulder, then picked up a nearby pen and paper, jotting down a phone number ending with consecutive eights. She quickly left McDonald's.
Zhou Xiyang stared at the number, his face as red as ketchup, clutching the paper tightly. He was speechless for a long while.
As night fell, twilight draped the entire sky.
In the Banshan White House Villa at Jinyin Shoal.
Yu Bao drove a silver-grey Lamborghini, speeding Hua Xiaomo along the mountain path.
