Having come to terms with this, Zhang Yang's tense nerves quickly relaxed again. He took out his phone, glanced at the messages on WeChat, and soon leaned back against his seat, pretending to nap.
Zhang Yang invited Han Mocheng to have a drink together in the evening. Naturally, Zhang Yang was the host this time. It was sort of returning the favor since Han Mocheng had been covering the costs before.
The car first drove back to the hotel where Zhang Yang was staying. After parking the car, Zhang Yang casually strolled to Han Mocheng's car window behind.
"Did you bring a change of clothes in the car? Come upstairs and take a shower, change clothes! We've been fishing under the hot sun all day, all sweaty and bait-smelling, we're going to stink!"
Han Mocheng shook his head: "No need, I'm not particular about these things. We're all guys here, no ladies, we can just deal with it! My luggage is at the place I'm staying, nothing in the car!"
