Rong Zhiguo reflected deeply while rolling a cigarette and working on a part:
What kind of sin did he commit in his past life to encounter such a tough nut to crack, someone you can't beat or scold, and who's too tough to steam or chew, just as he was about to retire?
He had just told that little bastard to shut up, but then her lips quivered, and she looked at him with tearful eyes. She even had the nerve to hold up the tape, ready to stick it over her mouth as if she was resigned to her fate.
The pitiful little look on her face made it seem like she was undergoing some inhuman torture.
It led him to snatch the tape away and stick it onto his senior apprentice's arm instead.
Luckily, after some commotion, Lin Nianhe quieted down and sat on a small stool, watching his every move intently, and simultaneously scribbling away in her palm-sized work notebook.
