Jiang Yifan glared at Jinrong, once again astonished by the man's shamelessness. He had already harbored such thoughts towards another's woman and had come clean to him, yet he could still chat and laugh so unabashedly.
Listen to how casually and intimately he asks, showing no restraint!
Feeling the need to explain to Ye Xinyan, Hu Jing hurriedly said, "Just now, as I strolled over here, I saw several craftsmen using pulleys to hoist heavy materials, and those pulleys were actually several connected together. I don't understand why they would do that. Isn't it troublesome to connect so many pulleys together?"
"Oh, that," Ye Xinyan said, she took two steps to the side, leaned forward, and shouted toward the other side of the workshop site, "Wong Qiao, come here for a moment."