Hours turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours as Lian Chen relentlessly swept. The once-pristine broomstick was now marred with the signs of Lian Chen struggles - sweat-soaked handprints and scratches where the wood had scraped against the ground.
"Huff… Huff… It's only been a few hours, and my arm feels like it is going to explode soon!" Lian Chen's voice trembled as he silently spoke, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Only a few hours had passed, but Lian Chen's body was covered in a thick scent of sweat, and his muscles throbbed with a dull ache. The weight of the broom had taken its toll, and Lian Chen felt that his arms were on the brink of collapse.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Who said you can take a rest? Hurry up and continue cleaning. Can't you see that this area is so dusty here?!" Qin Tian saw that Lian Chen was resting on the floor, and hurriedly threw the alcoholic bottle in his hands towards him.
