As soon as Lian Rong took hold of the weight, his entire body sagged, but to hide it, he gathered all his strength to keep his body balanced and even forced a smile, trying to look casual.
"Here we go." At the sound of her, Ma Tong put down the broom in his hand and went to move the basket of vegetables.
"Leave it." Feng Yongkang commanded with a dark face.
"Huh?" Ma Tong, who had just reached out his hand to move the basket, was left hanging mid-air, looking at Feng Yongkang in astonishment.
"I said leave it, are you deaf?" Feng Yongkang shouted again, his voice several decibels louder than before.
Ma Tong's face turned awkward as he placed the vegetable basket on the ground.
"Manager, what..." Lian Rong watched Feng Yongkang in shock and disbelief, not understanding his intentions.
"If you don't put it down today, you won't have to work here at Fushun Tower in the future." Feng Yongkang glared at him.