Nan Sichen didn't rush her, he just looked at her calmly, waiting for her to say the number.
The Secretary smiled and said, "155XXXXXXXX, remember it."
"Okay!" Nan Sichen nodded.
Only then did the Secretary happily run to the Tea Room to make some milk.
Nan Sichen picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the number the Secretary had just given him, digit by digit, but when he reached the last digit, he suddenly stopped and hung up the phone.
At this moment, the Secretary knocked and came back in, placing the freshly heated milk on his desk.
"Mr. Nan, did you make the call?" the Secretary asked curiously.
Nan Sichen looked up at her coldly, and the Secretary stuck out her tongue in fear, not daring to ask further, quickly saying, "Then if there's nothing else, I'll head out first."
Watching the Secretary leave, Nan Sichen then took out his own phone, and entered that phone number into his phone.
