"I can't lift it!" At that moment, a heart-shaking sound suddenly came from the doorway, and then, with a bang, the factory gate collapsed in an instant. Liu Mou appeared in the center of the door, accompanied by the swirling dust, looking like a god descending from the heavens.
The phrase "I can't lift it" kept swirling in Ju Wenqing's mind, making him shiver from scalp to toe as he stared blankly at Liu Mou, supporting himself with one hand on the chair that had Li Lanxue bound to it in order to stay upright.
These words struck a devastating blow to him, not physically but deep in his heart. Since his childhood, anyone who said he couldn't lift something ended up with a beautiful mark on their forehead, until he entered the government, where no one dared call him that, for those who did were mysteriously killed.
At this time, the thugs who originally hid were looking at Ju Wenqing with faces full of fear, while they looked at Liu Mou with sympathy, seeing him as good as dead.
