Yang Fan abruptly turned his head to look at Mr. Fan beside him.
The old man seemed unusually irritable today, even scolding the workers out of nowhere.
Yang Fan quietly took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Mr. Fan, worried he might get caught in the crossfire.
The worker laughed and said, "Mr. Fan, calm down, why are you carrying so much grievances?"
"What do you think?" Mr. Fan said through clenched teeth. "Why don't you think about what you've done first?"
The worker smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Fan, before doing this, we conducted extensive evaluations. We all have full confidence in your abilities. Why are you doubting yourself now?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Come on, let's have a proper discussion about today's matters. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, then inform your people to come pick up your corpse early!" Mr. Fan roared angrily.
The worker forced a stiff smile and said, "Mr. Fan, isn't that a bit dramatic?"
