"Sister Zhang, your technique is getting better and better, even more comfortable than those massage parlors."
In the office of the leader of the third sales team, Ye Huan lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking very content.
Zhang Huimin's face was slightly flushed as she massaged his hands and thighs.
Hearing Ye Huan's words, she immediately looked displeased.
She glanced at Ye Huan irritably, "You go to those kinds of massage places often, don't you?"
"No, I've only been once!"
Once?
Zhang Huimin paused, her expression improving significantly.
Most massage parlors appear to offer massage services to customers, but in reality, they engage in illegal activities.
Hearing that Ye Huan had been to such a place, she was internally furious.
However, once was fine, as the masseuse wouldn't be foolish enough to offer those kinds of services to a new customer; otherwise, she would be courting death, right?
