Tan Yajun pondered for a moment. He took out his mobile phone and scrolled through WeChat, finally finding Shen Jiayue's contact. Upon opening their chat, he saw a message from four months ago:
"Uncle Tan, I have a classmate who is really smart, but he's sent out a lot of resumes without any response. Tomorrow, when the Audit Bureau comes to recruit at our school, could you please hire him? If there aren't enough spots, you can give him mine. I don't want him to leave Beijing. Please, Uncle Tan!"
Below the message was a photo of a young man. It was indeed the handsome fellow currently busy cooking in the kitchen.
I remember now! he thought. My niece once sent me this young man's photo. That's why he looked so familiar. But... what on earth was I so busy with back then? How could I have completely forgotten my niece's request!
Tan Yajun scratched his head in annoyance.
