"What's wrong, Brother Pang?" Zhao Zhen went forward and asked.
"It's fine. Just stand there and don't move." Pang Yong said.
"It's just a door. I can handle it easily."
Pang Yong felt a little awkward, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
He tried again in secret and realized that he still couldn't open it.
Feeling that something was wrong, Pang Yong had no choice but to use his other hand.
At this point, he could no longer care about his pride. He had to open the door first!
Otherwise, he would lose even more face!
However, Pang Yong had miscalculated once again!
Even if he used both hands, he still could not open the shutter door!
Pang Yong was so tired that he was panting. He wished he could grind his teeth to pieces, but he still did not move!
"H-how is this possible?!"
"Everyone, stop watching. Hurry up and help!"
Zhao Zhen called for the other boys to help.
