Zhang Xiaowei concealed a sense of triumph, showing an utterly proper demeanor.
"Of course."
With the affirmative response, Liu Yan's face grew even redder.
When Zhang Xiaowei spoke like this, it was merely a reminder to Liu Yan, rather than seeking her opinion.
"President Liu, you mustn't be as shocked as before. There are needles all around, and if you aren't careful and one happens to prick your heart, that would be troubling."
Liu Yan clenched her eyes shut tightly, nodding gently.
The trembling of her eyelashes betrayed her embarrassment.
Zhang Xiaowei avoided the silver needles above her and started to examine her with great care.
During the examination, Liu Yan's body tensed suddenly, holding back the impulse to move around.
"Does it hurt?"
After pressing a few more times, Zhang Xiaowei finally asked Liu Yan.
Liu Yan then exhaled a warm breath and, too embarrassed to speak, could only shake her head to convey her meaning.
