"Whoops! Right next to Master Wang, I'm a bit unlucky today. Please, go easy on me!"
At first sight, Lang Junfeng greeted Wang Jun and pretended to be courteous with an exaggerated gesture.
Wang Jun glanced at Lang Junfeng, clearly knowing he was insincere, frowned, and said, "Old Lang, stop talking nonsense!"
"Oh come on, what's nonsense? Always catching fish, now the name of Wang Jun, Master Wang, is famous at any fishing venue in W City, isn't it?" Lang Junfeng said meaningfully.
Wang Jun held back and didn't respond to Lang Junfeng's sarcasm. He carried his bait bowl, bent down to scoop a bowl of water, and placed it behind the fishing box, finishing his preparations.
In terms of courage and personality, Wang Jun wasn't afraid of confrontation, but without any major conflict of interest, he didn't like to stir up trouble. He was just fishing, no need to start an argument over a few words.
However, Wang Jun staying silent didn't mean Old Lang would give up easily.
