But now he can only stop it verbally because his pants have already fallen to his knees.
The sailors' work pants are really too loose, and once they leave the belt's restraint, they quickly slide down. Just now, when he dashed out to use the pole to catch the goat, his pants almost fell to the ground.
Taking advantage of the nanny goat's pause, he quickly pulls his pants up.
Snatching the lamb out of Lai Fu's mouth, he comforts the excited big dog, puffs up his stomach to try to hold up his pants, grips the crowbar, and observes the nanny goat's reaction, keeping Chen Zhou busy and frantic.
Looking at the bitten part on the lamb's back, the soft wool has already been churned into noodle-like blobs by Lai Fu's saliva. Though there are dents from the teeth marks, there's no blood, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
With the lamb tucked under his arm, he reminds Lai Fu to calm down. Chen Zhou gently approaches the nanny goat, conveying goodwill through body language.
