Wen Wan almost lost her balance and nearly tumbled into the crowd. Someone considerately made room for her to sit.
Seeing no other option, Wen Wan took the seat, sweat beading on her forehead due to the pain from the injury on her foot.
When that 'Watermelon' placed his chubby palm on her thigh, Wen Wan's internal alarm bells went off. She pushed the hand away with a smile while feigning composure, "Manager Zhou looks so familiar, have we met somewhere before?"
'Watermelon' moved his hand back to Wen Wan's thigh, and his greasy lips formed a sleazy smile, "We have, in my dreams!"
"Manager Zhou really knows how to joke around. What I meant was, I must have seen you in a magazine," Wen Wan said with a stiff smile, discreetly pushing away the man's meaty hand again.
"Our Manager Zhou is the big boss at Zhouyue Technology, always appearing in entertainment weeklies. It's normal for you to have seen him," someone by their side began to curry favor.