The next day, when Guan Lei returned home, he happened to meet Zheng Huai, who was directing people to move the equipment.
Looking at the heavy and ugly equipment, Guan Lei said in disdain, "It's been a month. Why hasn't your machine improved at all? it's still so clumsy and ugly."
Zheng Huai said, panting, "What do you know, you little brat! A good machine is not to be judged by its appearance. People cannot be judged by their looks, and it applies to machines as well. But why do you look so much better recently?" Zheng Huai looked at Guan Lei's face curiously and even pinched his face.
Guan Lei slapped Zheng Huai's hand away. "I've told you, I've found a psychiatrist who's better than you."
Zheng Huai raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Impossible! That person can't be better than me. Call that person out, I want to have a match with him!"
Guan Lei rolled his eyes at Zheng Huai and ran to the study.
