Shen Yu’an glanced at the resignation letter on the table. He didn’t open it, but looked skeptically at Si Junyan in front of him. “Are you for real this time?”
In the past, Si Junyan joked about quitting, but he never really typed up an official resignation letter.
Si Junyan couldn’t resist but pull out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket. He lit one up and took a drag, then waved the cigarette box at Shen Yu’an.
Shen Yu’an smoked occasionally. He wasn’t addicted to it but today, he felt a little tempted looking at the cigarettes. He took one and smoked it with Si Junyan.
The two men silently finished a cigarette.
Si Junyan was first to speak. “The old man’s sick. We think he’s got a few months to live, so I have to go back and help run the company. They even found me a wife. The Yuans’ young daughter. You know her too.”