"Jing Wu, I don't think that's the right way to hammer a nail," Zhang Haoyuan offered.
"What's wrong with it?" Jie Jingjue didn't want to take Zhang Haoyuan's advice. He'd listened to him yesterday, and all his work had been for nothing.
When it came to home renovation, he was just an amateur, but Zhang Haoyuan was completely clueless. Yet, he loved to give advice, and if Jie Jingjue didn't listen, Zhang Haoyuan would just drone on and on in his ear. It was infuriating.
"From my angle, it's obviously crooked. It looks bad, and it's probably a safety hazard too," Zhang Haoyuan said.
Jie Jingjue glanced at where Zhang Haoyuan was standing and was left speechless. He was planning to build a row of cabinets right there. 'Forget it,' he thought. 'I'm not going to argue with him. I'll just ignore him.'
Without waiting for Zhang Haoyuan to come hold the ladder, he shouldered a long plank of wood, grabbed his hammer and nails, and climbed up.
