Song Yunxuan's words are gentle, but they remain lingering in Yi Xiaoning's cochlea, just like magic sounds.

Shao Xue is standing behind her and listening to her. For a moment, she is stunned.

Song Yunxuan takes out her business card from the handbag and puts it on the counter near Yi Xiaoning: "Miss Yi, if you want, please call me anytime."

Yi Xiaoning looks at her with a strange expression.

The strange expression, in Yi Xiaoning's eyes, ...