Huang Xiaojue remained calm. "Xixi, do you want to resign?"
"No, I don't!"
Seeing her answer so resolutely, Huang Xiaojue sighed silently to himself but still replied very gently, "If you don't want to resign, there's no need to. It's a good thing to work hard for a few years while you're still young."
Relieved, she quickly took Huang Xiaojue's hand, her frown easing, yet she still seemed troubled. "Xiaojue, what kind of gift should I bring when I visit your parents tomorrow? What do they like?"
"You don't have to worry about that. Both my parents enjoy tea. I've already prepared a kilogram of high-quality Puer tea, so you can just bring that tomorrow."
She was surprised. "Do you prepare gifts for me every time?"
He laughed. "Well, you don't know what they like. If I prepare it, it will be to their taste."
