When the bald man heard Lu Chen's joke, he felt relieved and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands.

A smile that was even worse than crying appeared on his face.

"Hahaha! Brother, you're so humorous..."

Both sides had a very tacit understanding and did not mention this matter again.

At this time, the sky outside the warehouse gradually became gloomy.

The heavy rain began to hit the window.

Lu Chen looked at the gloomy sky and said subconsciously.

"It seems to be raining every day these days."

The bald man next to him quickly took over the conversation.

"Yes, yes, right, isn't this Qingming Festival coming? Why is there a poem saying?"

The bald man frowned and tried hard to recall, but he didn't even graduate from elementary school, so he really couldn't remember it.
Chapter completed!