"Yan Gong, why did you have to go so early!"
"Yan Gong, please come back!"
"How am I supposed to live without you, Yan Gong? Take me on vacation with you..."
In the video, young faces flashed across the screen, either laughing or pretending to wipe away tears, with Yan Jian's black-and-white photo displayed on their tablets.
Yan Jian, lying on the hospital bed, was dumbfounded.
Questioning his life choices.
Wait a minute, was my grand funeral held after just one day of absence?
He turned his stiff neck toward Ji Jue, who was visiting, shocked: Director, what exactly are you implying!
"Ahem, young folks these days, they like to mess around..." Ji Jue coughed twice, gave an awkward smile, and dared not admit it was his idea: "Everyone said you'd definitely be thrilled if we did this."
"They..."
Yan Jian struggled for a while before squeezing out the words through gritted teeth: "It seems like their workload is a bit underwhelming!"
Ah, yes, exactly!
