"That's Old Hu, the warehouse keeper."
"Next time you want to borrow a ladder, just give him a shout.
"He's easy to talk to and won't make things difficult for you," Yang Du patiently explained.
Lin Tang nodded to show she understood.
The ladder was right at the entrance to the warehouse.
Yang Du walked over.
He patted the ladder, which looked quite cumbersome, and looked at Lin Tang with a teasing glint in his eye.
"Mmm, this is the ladder."
Scared yet?
If a delicate little girl like you can lift it, I'll call you Daddy.
Lin Tang walked over with an unchanged expression.
She glanced at Yang Du, her face clearly saying 'it's all small potatoes.'
The next second,
she picked up the ladder with one hand and strode out with ease.
When she reached the door,
and didn't hear footsteps behind her, Lin Tang turned her head.
"Why aren't you coming?" she asked.
Yang Du felt disillusioned.
Was that ladder made of plastic?