"Are you... Linda?"
Zhou Wang recalled for a moment before remembering the name of the agent, his senior.
It's not that he has a bad memory; it's just that the other party used an English name, and usually it was Xiao An who reported the senior's situation to Zhou Wang. Besides meeting once at the beginning, Zhou Wang really hadn't had much contact with the agent.
"Yes, if Mr. Zhou finds it hard to remember, you can call me Xiao Qian~"
Linda said in a slightly fawning manner.
Zhou Wang looked at the other person, who was in her thirties or forties, and felt that he couldn't bring himself to call her "Xiao Qian," so he shook his head and smiled, "I'll call you Sister Qian then."
"Oh, no, I don't deserve such a title... "
"It's just a form of address, no need to dwell on it."
Zhou Wang waved his hand.
"Then... Mr. Zhou, shall I take you backstage first?"
Since Zhou Wang had said so, Linda didn't dwell on it and simply showed a bit of being flattered at the right time.
