"What are you following along for?"
Weng Daisong stared at Weng Xueya as if trying to discern something from her face.
"I've been idle recently anyway, so what's the harm in experiencing it while the New Year spirit lingers?"
Weng Xueya felt her heart drumming inside, panic-stricken under her father's intense gaze.
Fortunately, she had been mentally preparing herself before coming home, and this had sustained her through his probing questions.
Weng Daisong shifted his gaze from her back to the newspaper and grudgingly agreed.
"Then go file a report and apply for it; if it's not approved, you're not allowed to force it!"
Weng Daisong spoke sternly, not permitting the slightest carelessness in matters of work. He could have directly called someone for a favor, but he had never sought to pave a shortcut for Weng Xueya throughout the years.
Just the Weng surname alone was enough for her to take shortcuts all her life.
