Meng Dahong spoke bluntly.
The first time was the donkey roll.
Later on, it was his own tattoos.
One is physical, the other is mental.
"Damn, Brother Hu, wasn't it Lingchuan who saved you during that donkey roll incident?"
Coincidentally, Cheng Jie and his crew also work on the construction site.
So they also know Meng Dahong and his team, and might even be a bit wary.
After all, people from the earthwork and rubble truck crews know what's up.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered a certain incident.
"Indeed, it was Zhang Lingchuan who saved me. Unfortunately, my savior doesn't want trouble. I asked him to save my number, but running into this situation, he didn't call me. Luckily, I have brothers dining nearby, and I happened to be close by; otherwise, Cheng Jie, you'd be really impressive, huh!"
Meng Dahong and his crew were having a gathering nearby.
Heard it was Dr. Zhang who got into trouble.
Immediately dropped his chopsticks and came over.
