Ling Tianyu stood in the office with Duan Xinxin, the gifts making his eyes blur with their abundance, leaving only a single path to walk through.
"Why pile up so many?" Ling Tianyu couldn't find a place to step. Song Yanwu was right there on the only path, just wide enough for one person to walk through. Any more would be impossible.
Hearing this, Song Yanwu hurriedly explained that these were gifts from juniors, who insisted on sending them. They said a lot of nice things, and after being sent, they simply had to be accepted.
"See me? A senior?" Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu gave a self-mocking smile. So, it turned out that all those people downstairs were about to graduate from Northern Sea University of Technology, seeking him out as a senior.
