There's a saying that goes, "Pretension is like the wind, always by my side."
Jiang Feng spent most of his time in a small, airless room, and occasionally, he would open a window to let in some fresh air, luxuriating in the comfortable breeze on his face. Listening to the sincere flattery from an employee who was about to resign made his mood exceptionally pleasant.
As a consequence, Jiang Feng was full of energy for the next few hours. It was obvious he had stumbled upon something delightful.
On the way home from work, Jiang Feng even hummed a tune as he walked. Wu Minqi was walking alongside him, listening intently to the theme song of the wayward Little Chinese Chef.
"Fengfeng, did something good happen to you today? You've been particularly happy since this afternoon," Wu Minqi had been waiting for Jiang Feng to share with her voluntarily, but seeing him happily keeping to himself without any intention of sharing, she asked directly.
