"What about you?"
Xu Lin countered.
Yu Xinyan: "I won't go home until the twenty-fourth, but I'll go back with my mom then."
"What about your dad?"
"He's really busy!"
"True enough."
A big shot like Yu Jianhua might not even be home for New Year's Day, let alone other times. Maybe he comes back for a meal on New Year's Eve, but he'll be off again the next morning.
Being an official is naturally glamorous, but Xu Lin didn't necessarily envy it. You can't even strut freely under the sun, so how can life be as you wish?
When Zhao Dehan got caught, he cried saying he didn't even dare to spend a penny. Of course, this might not match reality.
Xu Lin still thought life was much better without any shackles.
"How's the internship going recently?"
"Not bad, just feel like there's not much excitement in the office."
Yu Xinyan, with her hands behind her back, followed Xu Lin into the home gym.
"I've heard that public institutions have low mobility and might feel outdated."
