The Logo On The Model's Body

"Micha... Si... What?" The manager, who was in his thirties, looked confused, his forehead covered in sweat.

Were these two migrant workers in camouflage clothes, bodies still wet as they spoke in their hometown dialect?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already half-asleep but when they heard the manager's nonsense, they instinctively blurted out this sentence at the same time.

Hearing Su Yun speak up, Zheng Ren immediately shut his mouth and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort brought by the warm leg bath.

"Sir, I'm just too tired and don't want to talk to you. However, you shouldn't talk nonsense like this," Su Yun said with his eyes closed as he tilted his head.

"Nonsense? You can touch your waist. There really are two pits. The kidney deficiency is already very heavy and you need to adjust the meridians." The manager's expression was a little awkward but he still tried to explain.