How Can I Not Love You?

Qi Bufan even treated Qiao Jiusheng to a cup of coffee because of this. When he handed her the coffee, he gratefully said, "Madam, when you shop in the future, bring me with you. I'll drive for you." Perhaps, Sir would buy things for me once he gets happy.

Qiao Jiusheng saw through Qi Bufan's thoughts and found it funny. Considering how stingy Fang Yu was, everyone would be satisfied if only he gave his subordinate some benefits.

When the group returned to the hotel at night, Qiao Jiusheng took off her high heels and collapsed on the sofa. She was exhausted. "My feet are so sore. I really want to go to the massage shop to get someone to massage them."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Fang Yusheng reach out and hold her calf.

After touching her feet, Fang Yusheng got up from the sofa and sat on the carpet in front of the sofa. He held her ankle with one hand and massaged the soles of her feet with the other.