"I..." Qin Jianyang was somewhat stunned as he looked at Sang Mo standing before him. His mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.
"If Mr. Qin has no objections, then we'll proceed with the second proposal," Sang Mo said, seeing that Qin Jianyang stayed silent. She glanced down at the time and then stood up, giving him an apologetic smile, "I have another meeting this afternoon and can't afford a lengthy chat with Mr. Qin. I'll take my leave now."
After she said those words, she picked up her coat from the back of the chair and strode toward the door.
Just as she reached the door, she stopped, turned back to Qin Jianyang, and reached out her hand, saying, "Oh right, your phone."
"Eh??" Qin Jianyang gave a confused look and pulled his own phone out of his pocket to hand to her.
Sang Mo took Qin Jianyang's phone, quickly typed something, then handed it back to him, saying, "I saved my number in your phone. We can get in touch after I finish my meeting if I'm free."
