A piece of beautiful music suddenly filled the room. Fang Zhou slowed his massage slightly, reaching for the personal terminal on the bedside table.
Then, his eyes lit up. "Should I answer?" he asked.
Being treated this way by her own apprentice, Su Xinyan couldn't help but feel sulky and refused to respond.
So, Fang Zhou turned his head and kissed her cheek. "Should I pick up? Hmm? It's your father, Principal Su."
Seeing Su Xinyan remain perfectly still and silent, Fang Zhou gave her a hard squeeze and asked again, "Are you going to answer or not? Say it, are you going to answer?"
"Let me go! Get off!"
Su Xinyan lifted her head, her face flushed as she replied in a small voice.
But Fang Zhou just gave her another hard squeeze, cutting her words short.
"Just answer it like this!" Fang Zhou said cheerfully, placing his hands behind his head.
Su Xinyan didn't speak. Instead, she scrambled off of Fang Zhou and flopped onto her side, facing away from the center of the bed.
