This week, Qian Jiangyue lived in a daze.
All his original plans were disrupted, or rather, these plans had lost their original meaning.
After handling everything, Qian Jiangyue returned to his workplace.
Walking into the office, his return drew the attention of most people. Under their gaze, Qian Jiangyue resumed his work position.
Of course, his return was not to adjust his mental state through work.
He was here to resign. Due to frequent absences, his salary was not much. The only reason he came back to the company was his sense of responsibility.
"The reason? I don't feel like working." Qian Jiangyue sat in the chair, facing his boss.
A middle-aged man with a somewhat receding hairline.
"Don't feel like it? Is the work too boring? Actually, during your leave, the company tried to break into a new field. If you're interested..." the manager attempted to persuade him to stay.