The next day, after Jiang Xinyu got up, she eagerly steamed buns, twenty for the family, enough for another two days. But today she was going to give some to Qian Jun. Isn't it said that doing this makes things easier?
With the steamed buns, she went to the factory and headed straight to Qian Jun's office.
At this time, Qian Jun had just arrived.
"I smell a sweet aroma. Are you here to give me a gift?"
"Why say it so blatantly? It's just a little gesture for a friend before I leave. Listening to you, you make it sound like I'm that opportunistic. But hurry up and sign my resignation report; I have other procedures to handle."
"No need to rush, right?"
"How can it not be rushed? I've got everything arranged here, and tomorrow all work can be clearly handed over. I've also settled all procedures at the factory these past two days."
