"You! Roll up your pant leg!"
The deep shout startled Ah Cheng.
Ah Cheng didn't purposely refuse to roll up his pant leg; it was because the wound that got cut was sticking to the fabric due to sweat. Now, any slight movement would cause a tearing pain.
So...
Forcing a bitter smile, Ah Cheng tried to explain to the man, "Big brother, my leg got injured, and it's..."
"Roll it up!" The man cut in immediately, not giving Ah Cheng a chance to finish his sentence.
Seeing the man's rude and arrogant attitude, how could Wang Qiang tolerate it any longer?
However, given the lingering pressure from Hu Xiaodong's earlier scolding on the truck, Wang Qiang suppressed his anger.
He took a deep breath to calm his temper a bit, then slowly walked to the front of the factory building. As he walked, he said, "Hey! Big brother! Could you be a bit reasonable? My friend already explained it clearly to you, his leg is hurt, you don't have to be so heartless!"
