"Mu Rufeng, where are you now? Still on the highway?"
"Turn around immediately and drive back," Zhou Dalong barked over the phone.
"Did I not tell you not to pick up? Are you deaf?" the warehouse supervisor swore furiously.
"But it doesn't matter now, the loading is already happening, he can't possibly run now," the warehouse supervisor sneered.
"Hmm? Mu Rufeng, you're already at the warehouse and unloading?"
"How could you drive so fast?" Zhou Dalong had heard the warehouse supervisor's yell and his face immediately fell, then he loudly scolded.
"Team leader, didn't you tell me to hurry? I haven't rested all night, just kept driving, kept driving. I even paid for the gas myself to get here this fast," Mu Rufeng said.
"You... you... you're really pissing me off," Zhou Dalong didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Forget it, just finish unloading the truck and come back," Zhou Dalong gave up.