Wang hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Mu Xiaojiu.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Xiaojiu."
This time, she was truly terrified, fearing that her work might be forever shadowed by this incident.
Once Wang was taken away by that brother, the room returned to silence.
This girl hadn't given him a massage in a long time, and he hadn't expected to experience this sensation under such circumstances today.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying it.
Baili Xia's resentments were only expressed through the pressure of her hands, venting continuously on Mu Xiaojiu.
But that amount of strength wasn't even enough to tickle him.
Mu Xiaojiu quietly closed his eyes, feeling those delicate and boneless hands.
Though the pressure was slightly heavy, he, being someone who had undergone rigorous training, could endure it.
Baili Xia used all her strength, but seeing that Uncle's face showed no sign of pain, only enjoyment, she pursed her lips.
