Sun Bingrou obviously did it on purpose, saying those vague words, just to make fun of Qi Haili.
Zhang Yang felt too exhilarated, too thrilled.
Listening to the conversation between Sun Bingrou and Qi Haili, while feeling Sun Bingrou's wetness and tightness, he was truly so stimulated he was at a loss for words.
"Wife, is the massage therapist male or female? Have him say something," Qi Haili said as he listened to Sun Bingrou's panting and her ambiguous moans, filled with suspicion.
And Sun Bingrou casually admitted, "Of course, the therapist is a man."
Then she brought the phone close to Zhang Yang, who coughed lightly and then deliberately changed his voice; this was not a hard thing for Zhang Yang to do.
"Sir, hello, you can rest assured, our establishment is a professional health massage venue, and I am a professional therapist."
Upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, Qi Haili fell silent for two seconds.
He felt a rage burning within him that he couldn't vent.
