From music to life, the two of them chatted endlessly about everything, as if from different corners of the world, for hours. Xu Xia only realized how late it was when her phone rang.
"Okay, I got it... I'll be right back..." Xu Xia hung up the phone, looking apologetically at Tang Ming across from her, "I have to go."
Tang Ming stood up, "I know this might be a bit presumptuous, but I still want to ask—could you... give me your number?!"
"Of course." Xu Xia opened her bag to look for a business card, but unable to find one, she immediately took out a pen to write down her number. Tang Ming extended his palm, "Write it here!"
"Alright." Xu Xia reached out to steady his palm and used the pen to write her mobile number on his palm, "I'm usually very busy, so if you call and I don't answer, it probably means I'm tied up."
She withdrew the pen, trying to take back her hand, but Tang Ming closed his hand, holding her fingers.
