Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai with some surprise, "Boss Dai, are you still okay?"
Dai Mubai puffed out his chest, "Fatty, remember, a man can't say he can't do it. Hand it over."
As Dai Mubai was stowing the rock from Ma Hongjun's back into his own basket, Tang San also came to Zhu Zhuqing's side. Although he didn't quite understand why Dai Mubai wasn't helping Zhu Zhuqing with the weight, his physical condition was similar to Dai Mubai's at the moment, and although Zhu Zhuqing didn't say it, it was clear that she too was greatly exhausted.
"Let me help you, Zhuqing." Tang San reached for the basket on Zhuqing's back.
Zhu Zhuqing twisted her body to dodge Tang San's hand, "No need, I can still hold on. You've had to run two extra laps than us, and you're so drained now, how will you keep going to the end?"
Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing in a daze; he suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be that cold.
