In life, it's inevitable to experience moments of public embarrassment, but Su Qing never thought he'd one day lose face like this.
Being caught by the police in a foot massage parlor, and even calling in acquaintances—how is this okay? He wished he could crawl into a hole, even if he was just getting a foot massage, but who would believe that?
He turned to look at Wang Xing beside him. At least he wasn't alone; otherwise, he would be completely doomed.
Inside the private room, Li Zijun was glaring at the two of them, her chest heaving dramatically, looking as if she was both enraged and disappointed, ready to collapse at any moment.
"Wow, I never realized you knew how to enjoy yourself; you actually came to a foot massage parlor!"
"So, are the female masseuses pretty? Are their skills good, comfortable?"
Upon hearing this, Su Qing rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, the strength was indeed good enough to almost ruin me, but saying they're pretty is a bit too much.
