But he was worried about leaving just like that; after all, he didn't have Su Xuan's phone number yet, so he needed to get it first.
Moreover, seeing Su Xuan seem quite down, Zhang Yumeng was even more eager to help him.
"Got it."
Su Xuan walked out of the office into the corridor outside, put a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and blew out a few smoke rings. Looking around at the layout, Su Xuan felt quite nostalgic. Dingsheng Group had a total of thirteen floors, and he was currently on the eighth floor, which was mainly an office area. All the office staff of Dingsheng Group worked on this floor.
Back then, this was the floor where Su Xuan used to work. The outer corridor was for employees' leisure, allowing them to enjoy the plants in the middle of the corridor.
The scenes of Su Xuan's past dates with Wei Yanxi here were still vivid in his mind, yet now they were a thing of the past—time truly flies like a fleeting horse, coming and going in a blink.
