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Mr Xu, who had been quietly enjoying their dialogue, seemed reluctant to part ways just yet. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.
She paused, her mind briefly flicking through their conversation. "Oh, right, your question earlier—"
"I never did get your contact info," Mr Xu interjected smoothly, holding out his phone. "At least, let me be acquainted with my saviour. Us meeting several times must be a sign that we are fated to be friends."
"I guess you are right." Mei Xing handed him her business card, her smile polite but rushed. "We can continue our discussion some other time."
With that, Mei Xing turned and followed Lu Aotian towards a tall, broad-shouldered man surrounded by a small entourage.
"You are know that man?" Lu Aotian asked.