"Xu Shi, pleeease~"
Gu Shixu immediately put on a fawning expression.
He hurried behind Xu Shi, settled his long fingers on his shoulders, and gently massaged them. "Please, don't let President Xie tell my dad."
He had abandoned his old, haughty rich-boy manner. Now, he was so obsequious toward Xu Shi that it was almost funny.
This was Xu Shi's first time enjoying someone else's flattery.
His vanity thoroughly satisfied, Xu Shi leaned lazily against the back of his chair and rolled his shoulders.
"The right side. A little harder on the right." He pointed.
At that, Gu Shixu quickly adjusted his massage technique. "How's that?"
Xu Shi nodded. "Not bad. I really didn't know you could give massages."
Gu Shixu gave a little huff. "Don't underestimate me. How else could I sweet-talk my mom into giving me money if I didn't learn a few massage techniques?"
Xu Shi: "..."
He hadn't realized this young master had it so rough at home.
Xu Shi certainly didn't feel sorry for him.
As it happened, all the work he had been doing lately had left his back aching, so now he could relax and enjoy a good massage.
Xu Shi closed his eyes.
Suddenly, several knocks came from the door.
Xu Shi looked up. Before he could answer, the door was pushed straight open.
"Designer Xu..." Before Gu Jiming could say anything more, his gaze landed on his son's fawning expression as he attended to Xu Shi.
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What was going on with these two?
Gu Shixu met his father's eyes. The next second, his gaze shifted to the tall man standing beside him.
Xie Yanci had come in at some point. His slightly narrowed eyes slowly swept over the hands resting on Xu Shi's shoulders, his thin lips pressed tightly together.