"My stomach aches," Yang Fei bowed her head, her face flush with embarrassment, she whispered.
She was extremely agitated, utterly agitated, overwhelmingly agitated.
Why on earth did this embarrassing situation have to happen in front of that bastard, Yang Gang?
Although being seen in such a state by her own brother was better than being seen by any other man, we were at loggerheads!
"In your stomach, why does it hurt? Come, let me massage it for you," Yang Gang quickly squatted down to massage Yang Fei's stomach.
Yang Fei's face was a picture of despair, but she couldn't explain further.
"Alright, my phone is dead. Borrow me yours to call sister."
"Okay."
Jiang Nan handed over his phone, accidentally touching her.
Yang Fei was instantly petrified.
