The door opened with a "beep."
Just as the door opened, a certain man's handsome face unexpectedly appeared right in front of her.
Moreover, he smiled at her rather pleasantly.
No airs or graces, clearly trying to please her.
Su Jia rolled her eyes at him, "Lu Yanhe, don't tell me you're here on a business trip by coincidence too."
"Of course not." He said, stepping forward and eagerly took the bag from her hand, smiling ingratiatingly, "I'm here to find my wife."
Su Jia pouted, closed the door, and then walked over to sit on the sofa.
Lu Yanhe placed her bag on the sofa and then sat beside her, eagerly massaging her shoulders.
Su Jia was incredibly relaxed, leaning lazily against the backrest, accepting it without a word of refusal.
It wasn't the first time she experienced Lu Yanhe's massage skills; they were genuinely better than those of professional masseurs.
Exhausted from the day, having him massage her felt like all her fatigue was melting away.
