"Hey, Zhuang Ya, this, that..." Lin Tian's hand hung in mid-air, not knowing what to say. Some things are better left unsaid, lest it becomes awkward for both parties.
But he had mistaken again. Zhuang Ya took off her scarf, wrote a string of digits on it that looked like a phone number, and then looked up to see Lin Tian reaching out. Puzzled, she asked, "Mr. Lin, what did you want to say?"
"Uh, nothing, just feeling a bit airsick. I was just moving my hands and feet," Lin Tian hurriedly made up an excuse and pointed at the scarf, asking, "What are you doing with this?"
Zhuang Ya's face turned slightly red as she handed over the scarf, saying, "This is my phone number. I didn't have paper, so I had to write on this. Give it to you. I often fly around, so I'm quite familiar with airports and flights. If you need help in the future, feel free to contact me."
