Song Yunxi found herself tongue-tied, unable to speak.
Seeing her uselessness, Lu Lingxiao didn't bother wasting words on her. He casually borrowed a pen from the cashier nearby, took a piece of blotter paper from the side and tore off a corner, wrote down his assistant's phone number on it, then pushed it towards Song Yunxi.
"If Miss Song needs compensation, feel free to contact my assistant. I will reimburse the full amount, no matter how much it is."
Song Yunxi merely glanced sideways at the piece of paper, on which a string of numbers was written, followed by the elegantly written character "Zhao."
At the same time, Yang Hui reminded Song Yunxi, "Yunxi, that's enough, why quarrel over a child."
Song Yunxi gave her an unsatisfied look.
Yang Hui shook her head gently, meaning to say, take it easy, it's not necessary.
Only then did Song Yunxi reluctantly hold back from speaking further.
