Instead, he kept naming Ye Jiu.
Even when leaving, he left three girls for Ye Jiu.
The implication was too obvious.
"Brother Ye, are you about to get promoted?" Zhang Dawei glanced at the three beautiful women standing behind their cubicle, then leaned close to Wen Nan and whispered.
Wen Nan shrugged, "I don't know about the promotion, but if I can't satisfy the three ladies behind, I might ascend any minute."
"Hehe, Brother Ye is modest." Zhang Dawei laughed awkwardly, sat back in front of his computer, and stopped chatting with Wen Nan.
If it were in the past, he would have kept talking once he started, but now, after the morning meeting, seeing President Mi's favor towards his colleagues, he suddenly felt that the two of them were no longer equals who could banter freely; in an instant, the people around him became those he couldn't aspire to reach.
This made Zhang Dawei feel inexplicably a bit lost, yet he secretly decided to keep his distance from those around him.
