"So, I will humbly showcase what I can do."
Liu Zheng walked over to Thirteen Yaoh and said.
"Come on, let me see just how capable this 'nephew' of yours really is."
Thirteen Yaoh emphasized the word "nephew" as he spoke.
"I hope not to disappoint you."
He casually responded.
But after speaking, he didn't rush to start; instead, he went over to the sink and carefully washed his hands.
After drying his hands with the paper towel beside him, Liu Zheng picked up a large white towel from the area where the massage tools were kept and returned to the massage table.
"Where have you been feeling uncomfortable lately?"
He casually asked.
"Lately we've been understaffed with lots of guests, and they all prefer to ask for me. My back and waist are sore, and my shoulders feel stiff; honestly, I've been really worn out."
Thirteen Yaoh candidly replied.
