New Year's is something every person in China looks forward to.
Especially the first day of Spring Festival, no matter what happened in the previous year, you must keep smiling on this day.
However, for corporate slaves, especially those who have to work overtime on New Year's Day, the mood is understandably dreadful.
"I hate He Bo!"
"That guy ran off without a word, why do I have to sit here on duty!"
Practically going crazy sitting in the office of Bureau 749.
If looks could kill, Luo God would be a homicidal maniac right now.
"Because you're the only one in the office right now, if not you on duty, then who else?"
Sitting obediently next to Luo God, He Feng rebutted softly while munching on snacks and candies gifted by the clerical aunties.
"Besides, does New Year's really make a difference to you?"
"Even if it were New Year's, you'd just be wandering around eating and drinking, wouldn't make any difference!"
