Yu Siqiao looked at her stretching contentedly and moved forward to knead her shoulders, "You've been so busy every day, are you getting enough rest?"
His large palms, with their fiery warmth, massaged her shoulders and waist with just the right amount of pressure.
Mo Shu almost squinted her eyes in comfort and said, "It's alright, quite fulfilling."
Yu Siqiao wanted to say something but ultimately didn't, saying instead, "Don't get too tired. If you can't keep up, just say so."
"What's the use of telling you?" Mo Shu huffed lightly, glancing at him, "Could it be that the president of the Yu Group will come here to be my vice president?"
Yu Siqiao actually pondered for a moment before saying, "It's not impossible. I could just leave the Yu Group matters to my dad."
Mo Shu laughed, but there was a hint of envy in her heart as she said, "My grandpa is getting old, and Mo Jiantao is useless. Looks like I'll have my hands full in the future."
