An uneventful night passed.
The next morning.
Ha Qiqi and Little Wang knocked anxiously on the door.
Little Wang said in panic, "Director Zhang, what happened last night?"
Ha Qiqi also hurriedly asked, "Did you get into a fight with Bangalore?"
"What fight?" Zhang Ye had just woken up.
Little Wang said, "We heard about what happened during the banquet last night. The two of you—"
Zhang Ye sighed. He said without a care, "He said that I wouldn't be able to win the Nobel Prize, so I just told him sure thing. It was just a simple exchange of words. How did that become a fight?"
Little Wang said timidly, "Y-You didn't hit him, did you?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Am I that sort of person?"
Little Wang and Ha Qiqi both rolled their eyes.
You're not that sort of person?
If you aren't that sort of person, then who is!
Have you ever held back from doing such things in the past?
