"Okay, if you do not believe me, then ask Hu Jingguo," Ying Lili proclaimed.
"What?" Sheng Li's facial expressions changed immediately. "Why do I need to ask him?" Sheng Li asked as he sat upon the bed.
"I had massaged his head. Even he said that I possess magical hands. Go ask him if you do not believe my words," Ying Lili stated.
"You cannot massage his head! How could you do this?" Sheng Li was now fuming in anger. Ying Lili could not touch any other man than him. How could she talk so casually about this? Did her late father not tell his daughter not to do such things? Many questions ran into Sheng Li's mind in that brief moment.
"I did the massage like last year," he heard Ying Lili.
