Yan Xin spoke up to this point and then paused. "Speaking of which, Xiangyang, it's been three months since we graduated. Aren't you planning to look for a job? Or, you could come and work at my father's company with me. Be my companion there? I have no idea what my brother is busy with these days; he's practically invisible."
"No rush. I'm not eager to start working yet." Wen Xiangyang had been writing novels since college, and she was now making a little from her manuscripts each month.
In the short term, she had no interest in getting a job.
Moreover, she had more pressing matters to handle; she didn't have the time to work.
"Well, alright then. Let me know when you're ready to join. If you don't want to work at your father's company, you can come over to ours."
"Sure, alright."
The two hung up after that.
The following day was sunny and cloudless.