Probably only Fu Lisheng's granddaughter can dare to curse Fu Lisheng like that.
Du Lai didn't respond, just smiled casually, and turned back to continue working on the other side of the roof.
There was no sun today, and the weather was cool. On a usual day, climbing up and down building a bamboo hut like this would have given him heatstroke already.
Even so, he was still sweating profusely, his clothes soaked, and the sweat accumulating on him made him itch, especially his neck, which felt uncomfortable due to the metal collar Fu Miaoxue had put on him.
Du Lai reached out to touch it, suspecting he might have developed a rash.
He called out to Fu Miaoxue, "Hey, help me take this thing off my neck, it's getting in the way."
Fu Miaoxue threw a stone with force, hitting the target with a bang, and she jumped up joyfully, cheering!
Du Lai, feeling helpless, raised his voice again and said, "Miss, this thing is getting in the way of my work."
