Not Very Strong

Zhao Chen was surprised. "Fan Wenwen? Why are you here?"

Fan Wenwen puffed up her chest and deliberately revealed the manager's badge.

"Impressive. You've become the lobby manager of a bank." Zhao Chen did not expect his high school classmate to be so successful. The position of the lobby manager in the bank was definitely superior to many white-collar workers in the office.

"It's alright. I have some family connections and came here to work after graduation. What about you? I remember that you applied for a medical university in high school, right? Which hospital are you working at now?" Fan Wenwen's words revealed a sense of superiority. Although a doctor's job was a stable job for ordinary people, it was nothing compared to working in a bank.

Especially since she had pursued Zhao Chen in high school. The more disappointed Zhao Chen was, the happier she was. She wanted to let him know the difference between them.