"Sister Qin, I find that I seem a little confused. I don't know if this job is what I really want." Zhou Fang got straight to the point.
Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, then looked at him seriously: "Zhou Fang, you have been working hard, and I believe you will make the best choice. Is it because you are under too much pressure and have doubts about yourself?"
Zhou Fang nodded and sighed: "Yes, I originally thought that changing jobs would help me grow, but now I realize that I am racing against time every day and have no time to think at all." He said softly: "Actually, life is like this, it can't be smooth sailing." Sometimes, it might help you to stop and think about what you want. "
Zhou Fang was shocked, and he knew Qin Huairu was right. In the past, he always pursued perfection and tried to make every part of his life impeccable, but perhaps this would only make himself more exhausted.
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It's so bad, it's too poisonous
It sucks, no need to watch it
Selling dog meat with a sheep's head, I don't know where it was copied
A place of water,
It sucks, ai
Tired, ink-stained, too down-to-earth.
The dead are resurrected, they have a good haircut, and they dare to publish a set of books.
The golden finger is not good, it doesn't look good, bye bye
After 60 chapters of copying and pasting, it became another story.