Ji Xiaoxi hung up the phone and picked up the business card, dialing the number printed on it.
The sound of dialing started, and Ji Xiaoxi's heart began to race like a startled deer.
"Hello..."
The phone rang and soon Wang Mengfan's crisp and decisive voice was heard from the other end.
"Hello, Director Wang, my name is Ji Xiaoxi. At one-thirty this afternoon, we met on the footbridge at Forest Avenue No.6, and you helped me pick up the item that fell on the ground."
With one sentence, she clearly explained the time, place, and person, and Wang Mengfan immediately recalled.
"Ms. Ji, have you made a decision?"
There was a hint of amusement in Wang Mengfan's voice.
"Yes, I've decided. Just like you said, opportunities are for those who are prepared. Since God sent you to me, wouldn't it be foolish if I didn't cherish this chance?"
Ji Xiaoxi said seriously.
