"Hey, do you really want to resign?" Qiao Han supported his body with both hands and looked at Shen Jiang's profile.
The park bench was a bit cold in the winter, but the temperature was still so disturbing. I was only half a meter away from that person, but I already felt cold.
"I have resigned." Shen Jiang smiled.
"Heh..." Qiao Han looked at the man's gentle smile and couldn't say what he was going to say. "Will it never show up again?"
Shen Jiang is gentle and even conniving most of the time. Qiao Han thought, when did the person who looked at other people's faces cautiously turn into himself.
PS: Realistic. This is not just the story of this pair of people, it is the love and hate of a small group.