"Mr. Zhang, you must be tired! Let me give you a massage." Lin Xiaowen cast a provocative glance at Wu Qiaoqiao and walked over to Zhang Xiaohao, stretching out a pair of tender and smooth hands and placing them on Zhang Xiaohao's back, kneading his shoulders.
"Humph! As if you're the only one who knows how? Don't tell me this young lady here can't?" Seeing Lin Xiaowen's action, Wu Qiaoqiao snorted in her heart, stood up from the chair, and walked over to Zhang Xiaohao.
"Mr. Zhang, are your legs feeling sore? Let me massage them for you, loosen up those muscles." Wu Qiaoqiao gently brushed a lock of her hair and confidently said with a light smile.
"Mmm." Zhang Xiaohao responded with satisfaction, laid back on the sofa, and handed his legs over to Wu Qiaoqiao, thinking proudly to himself that being a boss was great.
"Shameless!" Seeing Wu Qiaoqiao's move, Lin Xiaowen complained in her heart, very dissatisfied.
