Xu Qingyan noticed that her mood wasn't high, so he didn't do anything inappropriate.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much, just thinking about how time flies," Pei Muchan's eyes drooped slightly, "Back then, I could never have imagined that things would be like this."
"Yes, time really does fly. It's almost a year now," Xu Qingyan said softly, "Just look ahead. Whether the view at the top is good or not, only you will know once you get there."
Upon hearing this, even Pei Muchan couldn't help but yearn for it. It would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted. Who wouldn't want to see the peak of their profession if they had the chance?
Even if, in this society, many successful people complain to the public with a gloomy face after reaching the pinnacle. It's too damn cold at the top, it's no place for people to stay.
Things such as "I miss the days when I ate noodles with two hundred bucks a month and drank water for two."
