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After accompanying Qiao Yushan for a meal, Su Han sat on the sofa playing with his phone, while Qiao Yushan returned to her desk to continue working.
Her shoulders didn't hurt as much anymore.
Even Qiao Yushan herself hadn't expected Su Han's massage techniques to be so impressive, every time after a massage, she felt a wave of relief throughout her body, and even started to feel somewhat addicted.
She dealt with the documents seriously, and Su Han played with his phone without making a sound, not to disturb Qiao Yushan.
Meanwhile, outside in the office area, a buzz had developed.
"Three hours already!"
"My God, that driver actually stayed in President Qiao's office for three hours!"
"What do you think they are doing in there?"
Someone was incredibly curious, and their mind began to wander as if a series of movies were starting to play.
"You little minx, stop fantasizing!"
