Sikong Jian heard the footsteps that were so casual, he knew the visitor was Lu Mian.
He quickly pulled back his long legs and turned around.
Seeing Lu Mian at the stairs, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Mianmian seemed so relaxed, unlike the way Xiao Qimo had portrayed.
Sikong Jian walked over with a smile, placing a hand on the staircase railing, saying, "Mianmian, you're in good spirits!"
Xiao Qimo's eyes slightly contracted.
He was worried that his male dignity and pride might be exposed by the universe-direct Mian.
The girl stepped down with long, straight legs, unruly and free. She was unaware of the previous overt and covert struggles between Sikong Jian and Xiao Qimo and honestly nodded.
"Last night's massage from Director Qimo was very comfortable."
"Massage…" Sikong Jian twitched the corner of his mouth.
Massage, in his eyes, could mean several things.
"Cough cough."
The tension in Xiao Qimo's heart instantly relaxed.
