Yet another box was placed into your new office, and Mao could feel his whole body shaking. Sweat drenched his skin and clothing. Every time you came to Mao, it was to always give him a task, and of course, as the nice guy he was, Mao always says yes to helping you. Even if it means exhausting himself to the point of near collapsing and running his breaths dry.

He leans against the boxes, taking a few seconds, until he hears your footsteps coming into the room, so he stands back up straight.