"Ah!"
The woman suddenly cried out.
The man with black-framed glasses immediately turned around, startled. "What's wrong?"
His voice was urgent.
"Mr. Xiao Xiao said earlier that it was an industry secret."
"I forgot to ask him what industry he was in."
The woman looked thoroughly frustrated. "Isn't he a student?"
"..."
The man with black-framed glasses pushed up his glasses. "I forgot, too."
"Maybe Mr. Xiao Xiao has a double identity?"
He guessed, "Aren't all impressive people like that?"
"If I see him next time, I—"
The woman's voice abruptly cut off. A few seconds later, she cried, "Ah!"
The woman let out a frustrated scream.
"What is it now?"
The man with black-framed glasses sighed helplessly. "Don't keep startling me like that. You'll distract the driver."
"Oh, sorry."
The woman apologized automatically, then put on a long face. "I forgot to ask Mr. Xiao Xiao for his contact information."
The man with black-framed glasses was even more helpless. "Didn't he give you a slip of paper with his phone number on it?"
"Huh?"
The woman was taken aback. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh, right."
"Where is it? I'll look."
"I remember putting it..."
The woman began searching through her clothes.
"Found it!"
The woman looked delighted as she took a crumpled, folded piece of paper from her pocket. But after carefully unfolding it, her expression froze.
"What's wrong?"
The man with black-framed glasses asked, puzzled.
"It's smudged."
The woman's energy drained away. She drooped her head and turned the slip of paper toward him. It was covered in ink, and the numbers were no longer legible.
"..."
The man with black-framed glasses pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Well, it did get rained on."
Seeing how