Liu Fusheng's spirit just recovered and collapsed again. He lowered his head and rubbed his pants on his thigh with his hands. It was obvious that his palms were sweating.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Li Xuewu stood on the edge of his seat, took a puff of smoke and asked Liu Fusheng.
Liu Fusheng clenched his fists and said with a trembling voice, "I... I will review it, I will do it now... I will help Wei to judge them."
Li Xuewu squinted his eyes, like a tiger who chose people to bite. He stared at Liu Fusheng with his head down for a while, and then said: "We are the last one to be safe in the rolling mill