"Oh." Jiang Yaoyao's body went stiff, and she couldn't help looking up at the rearview mirror.
Seeing that Old Qian was focused on driving and not looking back, she lifted her hand and cautiously reached for the man's forehead, "Shall I rub it for you?"
"Sure."
The young girl's fingers were soft and felt cool on his forehead.
Although she rubbed without any particular method, it was undeniable...
It was very comfortable.
...
After about a few minutes, Bo Jinlan said, "That's enough."
Jiang Yaoyao withdrew her hand and continued texting her uncle, "I sent Bo Jinlan the company name, and he said he will have someone take care of it."
Cheng Runzhi: "Mhm."
Jiang Yaoyao: "But don't tell Aunt, or she will definitely not want to move. For what comes afterwards... you know what to do, right?"
She had made it so clear; surely her uncle would understand, right?
...
Upon entering Jinxiu Garden and passing by the Cheng Family villa, the car kept going straight inside.
