But in reality, now there's only one weekend left until the 11th, and Mei Mengcheng really couldn't care less. Overtime means overtime pay— who wouldn't want to earn more money? So he was genuinely happy to work overtime, "Okay then, I'll get busy."
The two of them stayed in the warehouse for several days straight, enduring and enduring until they finally made it through the last day of September, when their shipping task was at last completed that morning.
Fan Tianyu massaged his own arm, because the long-term loading and delivering had left his muscles sore as could be. He said, "Actually, we can't rest during the 11th holiday either, right?"
When Mei Mengcheng heard this, he was startled, then realized that indeed, they couldn't rest. "Yeah, we have to help Second Aunt move, and we need to drive the truck and the van back home, right? Your family sold the house, didn't they? Do you also need to move the furniture over?"