"Is this the supplies you guys brought?"
Zhao Huilong, who had also picked up on the problem, perked up with interest. Without needing any cue from Dazhuang, he put his hands on his waist like a street harridan and started cursing angrily:
"What the hell is this! Three days, and you bring us this garbage? Are you messing with us? Taking us for a joke?"
Even Tang Xiaoquan, who usually had a mild temperament, felt a surge of impulse to walk up and slap him across the face.
But thankfully, he remembered why he came today, so he took a deep breath, and once again put on his signature "harmless" smile, slowly and calmly explaining:
