Loving Xiaomi

Beside the corner of the table lay a gold-colored plastic card. I thought it was something like a bank card, but when I picked it up, I discovered it was an elegant, extravagant business card. It read: “Long Feiyang, President of Qiyang Enterprises.”

The receptionist gave me an odd look. “Miss Ai, Miss Shen left you a note.”

The note read: “Xiaomi, I'm sorry, something came up and I had to leave early. I've already paid for the room. My phone number is XXXXXXXX. Keep in touch, okay?”

My hand began to tremble as I held the note. I bit my lip and asked, “When did Miss Shen leave?”