Bo Jinyu held his delicate wife's hand with great interest, pinching it gently, his beautiful thin lips curled up in a faint smile.
That look was simply devilishly wicked.
Ye Anran watched as several people stubbornly walked on the acupressure board, clearly in pain yet stubbornly shouting 'It really doesn't hurt at all!' 'The acupressure board is actually quite comfortable to walk on!' 'It's so comfortable...'
She couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Each of them exerted all their efforts just to prove that they were indeed tough.
After five or six people completed a round, they quickly jumped to the ground and hurriedly sat down on a nearby chair, carrying their leather shoes.
Their jumping antics made everyone laugh.
Yet Bo Jinyu gave Shen Qi a brief glance, his thin lips slightly parted: "Cheap bastards, they walked just one round because they had no one on their backs!"
