At nine in the morning, Thea Lynch collapsed onto the sofa, completely unwilling to move.
"Go upstairs and sleep." Sean Bell nudged her leg.
Thea didn't move, and after a long while just said, "Don't talk to me."
After playing six hours of mahjong all night, her back and waist were sore, even more exhausting than overtime.
When she got up from the mahjong table, her mind was hazy.
Sean stood by the sofa, staring at her for a moment, then said softly, "If you don't get up, I'm going to carry you."
The next second, Thea stood up with her clothes in hand and silently walked towards the elevator.
Sean chuckled and followed her.
In the elevator, Thea leaned against one side to rest, and Sean glanced at her, "Just played a little mahjong, are you really that tired?"
"..." Thea was speechless, but too tired to even lift her eyelids, "I, a worker who works overtime every day, can't compare with you, young master."
