"Pah!"
Gao Hao spat out the juice he had just sipped, "When did cucumber juice become bitter?"
The seven colleagues only tasted the lingering meat flavor in their mouths, treating Gao Hao's unusual behavior as a child's tantrum seeking attention.
"Hey, I say, you all ate, I paid, and this is your attitude?" Gao Hao put the juice on the table, "Huixiang, say something, what does it mean when they give me that task? I studied computer science in graduate school, do I know how to play with TikTok?"
Zhang Huixang looked awkward, unsure how to comfort Gao Hao.
In this matter, Haozi indeed felt quite aggrieved.
A few years ago, when the office computers were infected by a virus, the leaders asked Gao Hao, who studied computer science, to solve it.
Later, when the office network was sluggish, they still asked Gao Hao to fix it.
Anyway, anything related to computers and networks was given to Gao Hao, who studied computer science, to deal with.
