"It is indeed like that."
Zhang Feng was noncommittal,
"You also don't know my personality, being cautious is certainly not wrong.
Tell me, what does the guest want to say to me?"
"He wants your phone number," the businessman cupped his hands again, "my old master wants to find a time to chat with you, over the phone."
'Is he afraid that I might catch him in person?' Zhang Feng saw the guest being so cautious, not knowing what to say.
But to be honest, if the guest really shows up today.
Zhang Feng might truly not catch him.
Zhang Feng didn't know why, he just didn't want to.
The non-main plotline only mentioned finding him, not catching.
"Then make a note of it." Zhang Feng thought to himself and gave his phone number.
While speaking, he walked towards him.
Otherwise, communicating from such a distance was indeed difficult.
"13..." The businessman then took out his own phone to record, with Zhang Feng taking a step forward, he took a step back.
