Xia Nan just felt annoyed.
In his past life, he devoted himself completely to work, working tirelessly day and night, and never thought of giving up.
Because he knew this was his only way up.
And the monthly salary that was deposited into his bank account on time proved the value of his hard work.
He merely wanted to do his assigned job well, completing the tasks given by his boss seriously.
Step by step, steadily climbing upward.
Yet there were always a few people who, due to some insignificant benefits or the tiniest conflicts,
inexplicably dragged him into so-called "office politics," plunging him into the whirlpool of human relationships without his knowledge.
Forced against his will, to engage in many strange activities.
He had wanted to resist.
But the persistence and determination deep inside him, compared to the bills piling up in his inbox at the end of the month and the ever-increasing wrinkles on his parents' faces,
seemed so ridiculous.
