As soon as Fan Ying entered the private room, her face was filled with smiles as she made a beeline for Mr. Qu, the partner from the cooperative side.
"Oh Mr. Qu, it's been so long since we last met, do you still remember me?"
Mr. Qu was a man over 40, overweight, middle-aged.
When Mr. Qu shook hands with Fan Ying, he felt somewhat awkward, truly unable to recall who she was.
It took a few whispers from his secretary beside him for him to finally have a realization, "Is it you, aren't you Xiaofan from Qisheng?"
"Mr. Qu, I left Qisheng a long time ago, you must be too busy to remember," Fan Ying reminded him with a coquettish tone.
It wasn't surprising that Mr. Qu didn't know; the last time he saw Fan Ying, Qu Ying was still Qisheng's receptionist, right?
Mr. Qu had always had a habit of collecting beauties, and although Qu Ying's figure wasn't bad, her face was truly average. Although he had interacted with her a few times, he didn't pay much attention.
