Huo Jing, shouldering cement, asked curiously, "Uncle, why don't you run away?"
"If I ran away, wouldn't Miss Hua get mad after giving birth?"
President Bao rolled his eyes at Huo Jing.
He was truly Miss Hua's number one lackey.
The so-called number one lackey must share the worries and joys of Miss Hua.
Although the Contractor was scared to death, he knew more than anything that the ultimate role of a lackey was to please his master with his own life.
The top lackey Contractor grinned at Huo Jing and said,
"Don't worry, after this, Miss Hua will definitely value me more."
Huo Jing followed the Contractor, unloaded the cement, and then ran back behind him to carry more.
He asked, "What if you die?"
"If you died, Miss Hua valuing you wouldn't matter."
The Contractor rolled his eyes at Huo Jing again, made a crossing gesture over his chest, and while running, he clasped his hands together,
"How could I possibly die? I have Miss Hua's protection."
