"Just talking is fine, can you not get touchy?"
"Did you really think ooxx would get you the role?"
Feeling their movements, Wang Jian gently shifted his body to avoid further physical contact.
At that moment, Dorsey's voice timely arrived.
"Ha ha, I'm finally getting the phone number!"
"It's just their computer that had a problem, did you really think you stood a chance?" Tom leaned in and mocked loudly.
"You're just jealous!" Dorsey retorted loudly, "Besides, we just bet on getting the phone numbers, we didn't say anything else."
"Don't forget, we have a public notary. Let's go ask Wang."
"Sorry, ladies." Wang Jian picked up a stack of papers from the table, "I had a pleasant chat tonight, but I must excuse myself."
With that, he stood up and left, leaving Vera and Naomi with astonished faces.
At that moment, Naomi was still leaning at a 45-degree angle, and Vera's feet were devoid of her high heels.
