Tricked by Jiang Xia, Li Chengze worked his tail off, constantly chasing after An Ning up ahead.
However, the cornstalks blocked his view, so he couldn't clearly see which one was An Ning. He only saw a red headscarf moving continuously in front of him, so he desperately chased after it.
He hadn't been working for long before he was drenched in sweat.
A man who loved to be clean, he felt like he had just taken a bath in his own perspiration.
But that wasn't even the hardest part.
The hardest part was the salty sweat running over the cuts on his arms and face from the corn leaves, stinging like alcohol on an open wound.
Li Chengze wasn't very strong to begin with. Picking corn made his arms ache, and his palms were rubbed raw and swollen.
A grown man, he felt so wronged he was on the verge of tears.
'I want to sit on the ground and cry.'
No one yet knew of Li Chengze's inner turmoil. Everyone else was focused on their work.
