This journey to Shen City, for him, is also a trial step towards a higher stage.
He dried his hands and just walked out of the restroom.
A familiar fragrance of perfume wafted to his nose, and Tang Song glanced slightly to the side, seeing Bei Yuwei in a golden evening dress.
"Mr. Tang, you really scared me today," Bei Yuwei's eyes sparkled as she said, "I never expected you to be a shareholder of our company and even friends with our President Mo. How impressive, I didn't realize I accidentally made such a powerful friend."
Tang Song looked at her and said, "Oh? Are we considered friends?"
"Aren't we?" Bei Yuwei lightly touched her lips with her finger, showing just the right amount of innocence on her face, "I think we are very good friends!"
As she spoke, she lightly touched Tang Song's large hand.
Immediately, a note appeared between Tang Song's fingers, "This is my contact information, Mr. Tang, I will miss you."
