Around three o'clock in the afternoon, apart from Wang Chu'an, nobody else had managed to catch a single fish.
"What is going on? The fishing was just fine a moment ago, why did they suddenly stop biting?" Zhang Lei wiped the grease and sweat from his forehead and asked, looking completely baffled.
"How should I know? But look, Brother An is still pulling them in. If he can catch fish, there's no reason we can't." Li Zhengwu pointed toward Wang Chu'an, who was busy reeling in, paying out line, and wrestling with a fish.
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