This was a rare thing for Jiang Lu to do.
A fight without Jiang Bao taking part was somewhat dull.
But there was no helping it, that was what the factory beauty had requested.
She had inquired about Jiang Lu afterwards, learning from other workers about his exceptional ability, which he had honed from years of labor.
Therefore, she prematurely concluded that Jiang Lu's hands were the strongest part of his body.
With this belief, she naturally wouldn't consider looking further afield or settling for less.
Although Jiang Bao was also important, akin to a bright North Star in the night sky, the left hand was the sun; no matter how bright the North Star shone, it would vanish as soon as the sun appeared.
This is what the factory beauty thought.
So, Jiang Lu could only stand there listlessly, allowing the factory beauty to do this and that to him, while mechanically waving the fingers of his left hand.
He started to feel tired, not that his hand was tired, but his heart was.
