But actually, now there's only one weekend left before the National Day holiday, and Mei Mengcheng doesn't really care at all—overtime means overtime pay, who doesn't like making money? So he's genuinely happy to work extra hours. "Alright, I'll get back to work then."
The two of them ended up staying at the Warehouse for several days, slogging away, until finally they made it to the last day of September. And that morning, their shipping tasks were finally wrapped up.
Fan Tianyu massaged his own arm, sore from constantly moving and delivering goods. He said, "Actually, we can't really rest over the holiday, can we?"
Mei Mengcheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then it hit him—they really couldn't rest. "Yeah, we have to help Second Aunt move. We need to drive the truck and the van back, right? Your family's house is sold, isn't it? Do you need to move the furniture too?"
