Seeing Qi Xingzhou silently massaging his shoulder, clearly feeling uncomfortable.
Jiang Ning walked over without a second thought and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Did you get hurt somewhere?"
It was her oversight.
With her own foundation of more than ten years in kung fu, some physical tasks were simply not enough to trouble her.
But Qi Xingzhou was different.
Since he was young, he enjoyed staying in his room.
If Jiang Ning was a wild plant in the riverside wilderness that had withstood wind, rain, and snowstorms, then Qi Xingzhou was like a small flower carefully cultured in a greenhouse.
Now, this pampered little flower had followed her for over twenty years, not only living a rough life but also doing the tough work of police officers.
Jiang Ning stared intently at Qi Xingzhou's shoulder.
When she drew near, Qi Xingzhou lowered the hand that had been massaging his shoulder.
He gazed back at Jiang Ning with a downcast head, his eyes deep, pure, and moist.