Xian Yijun looked at the bureau director in front of him. He did not reach out to take the letter, but his eyes were lowered. No one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing that he seemed disinterested, the bureau director looked at him strangely. "You are not thinking about not wanting to work at the Land Bureau anymore, are you? Could it be that you have other plans?"
"Director..." Xian Yijun paused for a moment, then said softly, "Back then, when that old man recommended me to you, I was still a hot-tempered young man. After so many years, you have shown me a lot of kindness and watched me gradually develop into what I am today. Before you leave for the province, do you have anything you want? I would like to return the favor for your kindness."
