Su Han had just extended his hand when it seemed to freeze in mid-air, awkwardly pausing there. What was she saying? Just thanking him?
Darn! Wasn't she just wanting him to massage her again?
This woman is too fickle!
Su Han could only force a wry smile, feeling helpless about the fickleness of women, and Qiao Yushan was no exception.
"Don't mention it, it's what I should do. If you still feel uncomfortable, just let me know," he said, lifting his hand to touch his own chin, attempting to play off the awkwardness. "I have something else to do, I'll step out for a moment."
Having said that, Su Han left.
Qiao Yushan sat there, lips pursed slightly, unsure what she was thinking. She really wanted it, didn't she? Why did she refuse then?
Su Han drove off and received a call from Yang Zicheng. It seemed that the bigshots were not too agreeable.
If Yang Zicheng couldn't persuade them, then it was time for him to visit in person and explain things.
