Xiao Yifeng gently kneaded Qiu Yuying's delicate neck with both hands.
"Manager, my massage technique is pretty good, how about I give you a special one?" Xiao Yifeng boldly suggested.
Qiu Yuying's eyes widened, her expression a mix of shyness and embarrassment, as she quickly replied, "That won't be necessary, I already feel much better; you may go now."
"Manager, are you sure you don't want to try it? It's really quite nice," Xiao Yifeng persisted.
"Xiao Yifeng, get back to work right now," Qiu Yuying said sternly, her face hardening.
Xiao Yifeng could only leave with reluctance, but as he reached the door, he still turned to Qiu Yuying and asked:
"Manager, are you really not considering it?"
"Get out!"
A document flew directly towards him; Xiao Yifeng dodged and then left the office.
Qiu Yuying's cheeks were flushed, and she felt a bit of mortification, thinking to herself, what was that guy talking about?
