Zhao Dong frowned.
"I haven't finished, and you're already jumping out to object. How disrespectful!"
Just as Zhao Dong was about to rip away at the middle-aged woman, Wang Ran walked over.
"You have something to say about the rules here, right?"
Wang Ran stared at the middle-aged woman and asked.
"Yeah!
"We're old. Why should we work?
"Respect the old and love the young, don't you understand?"
The middle-aged woman said, with her hands on her hips.
Wang Ran nodded.
He liked such volunteers. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to set an example for the others.
"Zhao Dong, have Jianguo send someone to exile her to the city.
"Forget the water and dry food. It'll be wasted on her."
After saying that, Wang Ran turned around and walked toward the helicopter.
"Exile? What's exile?
"Can you speak clearly?"
The middle-aged woman was a little panicked.