It takes more than a pretty face to survive.
Wen Ying didn't get angry. "Little White, you and Kong Jian can do some of the lighter work. I'll go hang the lanterns."
Wen Ying walked over. "Why are these lanterns red and white?"
"How should we know? Cut the crap. This isn't some vacation resort. Get to work!"
Wen Ying was fast and agile. Places where the others needed a ladder to hang the lanterns, she reached with a casual leap.
Seeing how easily she did it, the people who had been mocking her were all stunned.
'What the hell, is she even human?'
'Could her body have been enhanced after surviving several mists?'
'So we were the clowns all along?'
"Alright, the lanterns are all hung. Is there anything else to do?"
They shook their heads, looking at Wen Ying with bitter expressions. "No, that's all. We can handle the rest."
A man standing in a corner, silently mixing mud with water, suddenly looked over at Wen Ying.
