Mo Aini had never felt more drained in his life these past few days. He desperately needed a break. It felt like every bone, muscle, ligament, and internal organ of him will keep on deteriorating until he turns into a poor little putty. A Mo Aini noodle soup.
He needed rest. Everyone can see it. And yet he keeps pushing himself further and further, becoming more and more miserable, a dreary mess.
Ms. Rou, the first person he encountered in thi game, the one who called him about the rally against Hu Dongtian, was one of the people to offer help. She went by Mo Aini's side with a cup of coffee, finding this poor kid with such a high position and responsibility in his hand very pitiful.
"Mr. Mo, you should take some rest a bit. File for a leave for a few days, go on a trip or relax at home. You deserve it after the many work you have done."
