After ten o'clock at night, Lin Jie returned home and immediately collapsed onto the sofa beside Lin Miao, weakly saying, "Miaomiao, quickly give me a massage, I'm exhausted today."
Seeing Lin Jie's tired face, Lin Miao said with concern, "Brother, was work tough today? Wait a moment, I'll go bring the massage bed down!"
"Miaomiao, no need to rush!"
An Kexin stopped Lin Miao, nodded toward Lin Jie with a chuckle and said, "Your brother isn't as tired as he looks. He did a ten-hour surgery today, but compared to the major surgeries he's done before, it's nothing."
"He's mostly pretending."
Lin Jie straightened a bit and retorted, "I'm not physically tired, I'm mentally tired."
"Taking so many calls, chatting with so many people, isn't easy at all."
An Kexin moved behind Lin Jie, massaged his neck, and laughed, "I can hear a bit of flaunting in your voice."
