In a room decorated with luxurious and dim lighting, Jiang Tong was lying on the massage table, making a phone call. A young and handsome male technician was massaging her back.
"What are you so agitated about?" Jiang Tong said with a smile, "Did you hear something? Are you jealous?"
Zhou Jingyun in the office suddenly calmed down. In fact, he didn't know why he was agitated. When he heard a man ask Jiang Tong if she was comfortable, he suddenly became nervous. Even he did not know why he had such a reaction.
"Heheh," Zhou Jingyun sneered and sat back on the chair. "You have the time to find a man at a time like this."
