Taking the warehouse

In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,"I'm a short-distance running champion, you guys wait. Uh..." Fang Xing didn't start running until he reached the back of the queue, but Hei came...,Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June's weather, the icy beef made his hands numb.。