"Hey, is that really you, Mr. Qin?" A warm voice sounded, accompanied by a curvaceous figure launching herself at Qin Muchuan.
Before Qin Muchuan had a chance to see who was throwing herself at him, a strong scent of perfume hit his nostrils. "Ahem..."
He coughed uncomfortably, pushing the woman away politely.
As he took a clearer look at her, he found her face familiar but couldn't quite remember her name.
"Have you forgotten about me, Mr. Qin? You haven't tried to contact me in ages!" She clung onto his arm and playfully shook it, her lips pouting in a childish pout.
If Qin Muchuan could, he would have told her: Can you please not lean so close to me because I've genuinely forgotten who you are? Besides, I have no interest in women other than my wife!
