As they chatted, Shu Yimo's phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She took it out and was surprised to see a man's number.
She quickly stood up and looked at Lai Chengtian, who was still engrossed in his tea, "I have to go now, this meal is on you. If there's anything, just contact me on my private number."
Lai Chengtian nodded his head.
It was then that Shu Yimo picked up her document bag, walked out, and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
The man's deep voice came through.
Shu Yimo paused for a moment before remembering that Long Chengyu might have instructed his driver to pick her up; she had left immediately after handing in her paper, so...
"I arranged to have afternoon tea with a friend at the Yelan Restaurant. I told Mr. Wang this morning that he didn't need to come to pick me up; I'd take a taxi back."
"Seems you're in good spirits, being in the mood for this in the evening. You never seemed so eager when having tea with me."
