But actually, there's just one weekend left before the National Day holiday. Mei Mengcheng is really not bothered at all—working overtime comes with overtime pay, isn't making money great? So he genuinely enjoys working extra hours. "Alright, I'll get back to work then."
The two of them ended up staying at the warehouse for several days. They toughed it out and finally made it to the last day of September, and that morning their shipping tasks were finally finished.
Fan Tianyu rubbed his arm. Years of hauling goods had left his muscles aching. He said, "Honestly, we can't even rest during the holiday, right?"
Mei Mengcheng was surprised for a moment when he heard that, then realized it himself—they really couldn't rest. "Yeah, we need to help Auntie move. We've got to drive the truck and the van back, right? Your family's house is sold, right? Are you moving the furniture too?"
