Yang Fan held his phone, a devilish smile creeping onto his face as he dismissed He Jiaqiang's words with a laugh.
After taking a taxi back to the office, nearly all his colleagues gathered around:
"You actually went to find Wu Lingdong. Chengfeng Company has already sent people to complain, and they've threatened to send a cease and desist letter if anyone harasses him again."
"He Jiaqiang just lost his temper big time, Yang Fan, you'd better watch out."
"This is serious. Now that things have escalated, He Jiaqiang has more reason to fire you."
"Hey, Yang Fan, maybe you should leave early; you're still young, and failure is all part of accumulating experience."
...
Everyone felt uneasy, recalling their own pasts when they had started out as clueless newcomers like Yang Fan, constantly facing setbacks and trapped in a cycle of failure.
Bang!
The door to He Jiaqiang's office opened, and everyone scattered like bees. He Jiaqiang bellowed at Yang Fan, "You, get in here."
