Both were immediately so angry they couldn't speak; the hot-tempered Bai Mucheng directly grabbed his ear and dragged him out of the handcart.
"Are you asking for trouble?"
Sangmo also took the opportunity to kick him.
Chishui Huang clutched his shin, hissing in pain, "Can't you be a little gentler, or would that kill you?"
"I was just trying to help because I saw you all working so hard," he said with a sense of grievance.
Bai Mucheng released the hand that was holding his ear, "I think you're just here to stir up trouble."
Chishui Huang smirked and moved to the back of the cart, his thick, ape-like arms outspread, one hand lifting a cart easily, "Sister Bai, you think too poorly of me. With my kind eyes and gentle face, I obviously look like a good person."
"You have kind eyes and a gentle face?" Bai Mucheng exaggeratedly covered her mouth, "I think you have the eyes of a thief, clearly up to no good!"
