On the way, Zhang Yang drove silently without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat tense, and Han Mocheng, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, tried several times to find a topic to lighten the mood but couldn't find the chance.
It's not often that you see Zhang Yang keep a stern face and remain silent. Clearly, today's interim review didn't satisfy Zhang Yang, and Xiaobao's bad luck further provoked him, adding fuel to the fire.
Half an hour later, instead of returning to the company, Zhang Yang drove everyone to the town's fishing tackle shop.
"Go directly to the second floor, I'll park the car!" Zhang Yang called out, and everyone obediently got out and went upstairs.
In this season, the fishing tackle shop isn't that busy, especially since Zhang Yang hasn't been around recently, so anglers didn't come by to hang out with him.
