Hao Jian assisted Zhao Yating and, under the guidance of the waiter, they arrived at a two-person table by the window on the second floor. After ordering their meal, they let the waiter go to prepare.
After ordering, Hao Jian suddenly stood up, fetched a wooden single chair, and sat in front of Zhao Yating. Amid Zhao Yating's puzzled gaze, he suddenly chuckled softly.
"Lift your foot, I'll give you a massage. After all, I am a doctor."
Zhao Yating was taken aback, her delicate face froze for a moment, then she instinctively lifted her twisted foot. Perhaps because the movement was too large, she accidentally tugged at the painful spot, causing Zhao Yating's brows to furrow slightly. It also made her snap back to reality, seeing that her foot was still lifted.
