The girl saw Jun Moyan be the first to walk toward her, and her heart started pounding wildly.
Many in the crowd secretly followed Jun Moyan with their eyes.
"Moyan."
Before Jun Moyan could walk over, the girl couldn't wait to call his name.
However, Jun Moyan acted as if he hadn't heard her, not even sparing her a glance.
This was the woman who had run to his company a few days ago, sticking to him like glue, causing Xiaoguai to be jealous and angry, and then Xiaoguai gave him the cold shoulder for several hours.
The girl seemed unconcerned about Jun Moyan's indifference, her face still wearing a smile, her eyes unwilling to leave his face.
"Mr. Wells, pleased to meet you." Jun Moyan stood before the foreign man, extended his hand, and greeted him proactively.
His voice was neutral, neither respectful nor flattering.
The man called Wells didn't look at Jun Moyan from the moment he approached, instead, he toyed with the glass of red wine in his hand.
