After saying this, he sat in the driver's seat.
Cheng Sizhe was satisfied. When the van had started moving and he intended to speak to Zhuang Nainai, he suddenly felt the car jolt. Firstly, the van started up abruptly, then the vehicle braked suddenly. Before Cheng Sizhe could recover from the jolting, his body slammed into the seat in front of him.
Thud!
His forehead collided painfully with the seat in front of him.
He lifted his head and saw Xu Dazhi staring back at him innocently. "President Cheng, I've already said that I don't know how to drive."
Cheng Sizhe: "...!!"
Zhuang Nainai: "…!!"
In the end, Cheng Sizhe drove his two employees glumly to the garment factory.
They settled the balance with the garment factory, and the factory manager opened the storeroom, allowing them to carry the garments into the van.
Si Zhengting spoke up first. "Ladies don't have to do the hard lifting."
