Cheng An saw that Song Xia was convinced, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He said, "I wonder if Miss Song has the time. Can we go somewhere else to talk about it?"
Song Xia looked down at her clothes. She really couldn't stand the clothes she was wearing. "I'm sorry. I'm busy now. Maybe another day!"
With that, Song Xia left without looking back.
Cheng An looked at Song Xia in surprise. They had been discussing this matter, but why did she suddenly change her mind?
He looked at Song Xia's back in confusion and shouted, "Miss Song, when is the next time?"
Song Xia stopped and a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes. Cheng An didn't grow up in high society after all. He didn't know any rules.
Normally, even if she didn't leave her phone number, Cheng An would still be able to get her number from someone else.
