He Ao took the piece of paper, noting down the phone number that had already been blurred a bit by the rainwater.
At that moment, Feng Ling suddenly nudged the young man beside her who was still a bit stunned, "What are you spacing out for, the gentleman has agreed, hurry up and kowtow and call him master."
The young man jolted awake with disbelief, his face brimming with astonishment. However, just as he was about to bow down, He Ao gently held him up and slipped an umbrella into his arms—it was a half-price umbrella that he had bought at the supermarket and had always carried in his bag.
"Don't rush, go back and practice your fist technique diligently, when the time comes, I'll contact you."
Then he put away the paper, opened the umbrella, and disappeared into the curtain of rain.