Bo Yan was momentarily stunned, but Xia Siyu had already passed him, leaving a suave silhouette behind. Just as before, she jumped onto the truck first, her movements agile and strong.
After jumping onto the truck, before Bo Yan could catch up, Xia Siyu had already shifted the bricks inside, making it easier to pass them down later.
It was now two in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day. The temperature in the back of the truck was even higher than on the ground.
Xia Siyu was scorched a deep red. Even though she had applied a thick layer of sunscreen and was wearing her work clothes securely, it was clear that she was about to overheat.
Her hands had just blistered, and her arms and legs were scraped blue in several large spots, but she said nothing.