Li Rao's red lips moved, and her sweet and soft voice slowly rose, enunciating very clearly, "Wei Shiran, hello. Could you give me the contact details of your good friend, Mr. Gu Chenxiao?"
In that instant, time seemed to have stopped.
Around them, there was a deathly silence.
The smile on Wei Shiran's lips froze.
He stared hard at the woman in front of him, watching her speak such startling words with an expression of pure goodness and calm.
The others were also staring open-mouthed one by one.
And the things they had just said seemed like a series of resounding slaps, snapping right onto Wei Shiran's face.
After a long while, Wei Shiran finally reacted. He straightened his body, which had been leaning against the table, took a step forward, and looking down at her, asked, "What did you say?"
He could understand that she was incoherent out of excitement upon seeing him for the first time, so he could also generously give her another chance to reorganize her words.
