The girl's hand was soft, delicate, and slightly cool to the touch. It left him with a strange sensation, as if it could reach his heart, causing him a hint of lightheadedness.
What surprised Song Beicheng more was that this girl knew how to shake hands. Not only that, but she also understood the protocol very well. She barely grasped his hand, quickly let go after a light grip, showing courtesy without feeling awkward, as though she had undergone professional training.
If she were some kind of socialite, that would be one thing. But she was just a noodle seller...
After letting go, Ni Yang asked, "May I know the reason for Mr. Song's visit?"
Song Beicheng slowly began, "Ms. Ni, you should be very clear about the purpose of my visit."
Compared to the term 'Miss', 'Comrade' was more popular in this era, but since Song Beicheng was a businessman, and with his international outlook, his thinking was far ahead of most people.