"President Su, what's wrong with you?" Sun Yumeng noticed the odd look on Su Weifeng's face and asked subconsciously.
Su Weifeng cleared his throat and said, "Nothing, nothing, are you feeling any better now?"
Sun Yumeng replied, "Much better, I feel a warm sensation in my ankle now, it doesn't hurt like it did before at all."
Su Weifeng nodded and said, "That's good, I'll massage you a bit more, I estimate your problem will be even less significant."
Zhou Xiaoshu didn't speak but stole glances at Su Weifeng, her face betraying a mischievous smile.
Although she hadn't become intimate with Su Weifeng, she had been close to him and understood his reactions somewhat better than Sun Yumeng.
The way Su Weifeng had been acting was clearly that of a man experiencing an urge.
However, Zhou Xiaoshu didn't dare to point it out, much less provoke or lead him on.
