"Little brat, you arrived just in time!"
Fatty Wood gritted his teeth, a face full of resentment.
"Dare to deceive me, you got quite the nerve! Today, watch me properly fix you up!" Fatty Wood raised his hand, pointing at Charlie Thompson, shouting viciously.
I walked over, rolled my eyes, and said, "It's your own blindness, who can you blame?"
"You, you, you…"
Fatty Wood almost jumped up, smoke nearly spewing from the Seven Orifices in fury.
This little bastard, absolutely too hateful!
At this moment, inside the factory, Andrew Jones walked out from the office building, bringing a group of workers to the front door.
"Brother-in-law, why are you here alone?" Andrew Jones was startled and asked in amazement.
Following closely behind him was his secretary, Susan Hall.
I replied nonchalantly, "Just me, it's enough! It's no big deal!"
