Groping hands?
Emperor Lu, who rarely watched a spectacle, curled his lips.
Only Jian Ran could come up with a loaded expression like that.
"Y-you watch your mouth!" The bald man glanced guiltily at Sun Meizhou, lashing out in embarrassment. "Sun Meizhou, do you want to lose your job?"
"You're blatantly stealing my sale!"
Sun Meizhou laughed in anger. How could anyone be this shameless?
He was just about to retort when Jian Ran diverted his attention. "Swipe the card, collect the payment, and sign the contract. Every extra word you waste on someone like that is a waste of time."
"He's your manager today. Tomorrow, he might be packing his things and getting the hell out."
Sun Meizhou froze. Then, under Jian Ran's clear, certain gaze, he found some inexplicable courage. He took the bank card, swiped it through the POS terminal, then generated an electronic contract and sent it over.
The whole process took less than five minutes. The bald man stared, speechless.
Zhong Ruoxi, who had been sitting there waiting for Jian Ran to make a fool of himself, turned extremely sour. She abruptly stood up. "Is this how your agency does business?"
"Just wait for my complaint!"
With that, she walked out through the heavy unequal double doors in her high heels, pausing beside Lu Yanting for only an instant before striding toward the elevator.
She had already embarrassed herself. Nothing she said now would help.
Better to leave quickly and pray that Lu Yanting really was too important to remember trivial matters, so they could act as though this had never happened the next time they met...
With that wishful thinking, Zhong Ruoxi pressed the elevator button and left.
The bald manager could not stay either. He left only a threat. "I'm definitely reporting this