Qiao Yushan's cell phone rang with a WeChat video call notification; it was from her mother.
Qiao Yushan didn't ask Su Weifeng to stop, she simply answered the video call.
"What are you two doing? You young people, why are you taking a video call at this time..." Song Yuru could only see part of the situation in the video, but it seemed like Qiao Yushan was lying down and Su Weifeng's hand was still on his daughter, and the posture didn't seem quite appropriate for a video call.
Qiao Yushan was intentionally letting both mothers see this, and now hurriedly said, "What are you talking about, Weifeng is just giving me a massage."
"A massage, huh... Weifeng really does pamper you," Song Yuru felt very reassured.
Qiao Yushan said, "Yeah, I've been so busy all day, Weifeng helps me with a massage to relieve the fatigue."
"Hehe, I'm not disturbing you guys, am I?"
"No, it's fine. It's good to chat during this time; I have to go back to work in a bit."