While Wang Xin was on the phone with Miao Feng, Tang Feng squatted there motionlessly, not even daring to let out a breath.
After all, he felt like a thief with a guilty conscience.
"I think you should still go to the hospital to get it checked out, in case you've injured the bone," Miao Feng insisted.
Wang Xin propped up her right leg, revealing her snow-white jade foot.
She moved her ankle slightly and, miraculously, found that the ankle, which had been sore before, no longer hurt after Tang Feng's massage.
She couldn't help but glance at Tang Feng.
This young man, not only handsome, but also skilled in medical arts, was truly a treasure of a boy.
If... if there were no Miao Feng...
She shook her head vigorously, erasing that absurd thought.
"I'm really fine, don't worry, I wouldn't joke about my own body," Wang Xin said softly.
