Xian Yijun glanced at Guo Bo. "This is a bureau chief's office, do you think this is a playing house?"
Guo Bo sat down. He sighed deeply and suddenly looked at the bureau chief. "Chief, can you tell my father not to be so stubborn and stop insisting that I stay in the bureau? Can't you let me go?"
The bureau chief was almost sixty years old and his body was plump. A puzzled look appeared on his rather old face when he heard Guo Bo's words.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at Guo Bo's careless gaze with doubt. "What? Where is your heart that loves working here going? Why do you want to run away now?"
Guo Bo laughed. "I'm a good young man aged twenty-seven or twenty-eight, living a decent life but working in a place like this bureau all day long. If this goes on, I'll suffocate to death."
The bureau chief looked at him and suddenly looked at Xian Yijun. "What's wrong with him?"
