Zhao Xiaoqing was giving a facial massage to a custor when she heard her phone ring. She smiled professionally and said, "Excuse , I need to take this call."
The custor made a sound of acknowledgnt and didn’t say anything else.
After fetching her phone, Zhao Xiaoqing saw that it was Leng Xuan calling, and her face imdiately lit up with a smile. She pressed the answer button and said, "Leng Xuan, what’s up? I’m at work!"
Leng Xuan said, "I’m going to the traditional Chinese dicine wholesale market. Do you have ti right now? If you do, let’s go together!"
Zhao Xiaoqing was montarily taken aback and asked, "What are you going to the traditional Chinese dicine wholesale market for?"
Leng Xuan explained, "The massage techniques I taught you, they work best when combined with a herbal concoction taken internally and applied externally. Right now, I just want to do so market research. If the supply there is good, we can source our supplies directly from there in the future. However, I need to study, and I might not have much ti later on, so I’ll have to entrust these tasks to you."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoqing was overjoyed and said, "Really? Why didn’t you tell sooner? I’ve been worried about teaching the technique to the staff and the possibility of them divulging it. But now that you’ve said this, everything will be much easier. As long as we keep the herbal formula a secret, even if they spread the technique, it will only be superficial knowledge."
Leng Xuan cracked a faint smile. In fact, he had already considered this point. Although the massage techniques were impressive, without the herbal concoction, the effects weren’t that significant. Therefore, as long as his secret herbal recipe wasn’t leaked, there was no need for excessive worry. He then asked, "You haven’t answered yet. Do you have ti?"
"I’ll just ask my boss for so ti off," said Zhao Xiaoqing excitedly. For this matter, even if it ant quitting her job right away, she would make ti. After a mont’s thought, she added, "Are you driving yourself? If so, could you pick up?"
Leng Xuan uttered a "Mhm" and said, "Alright, I’ll co get you. Give your exact address."
"Okay, I’m at Huacheng District..." And with that, Zhao Xiaoqing gave Leng Xuan the location of the beauty salon where she worked.
Leng Xuan said, "Got it, I’ll be right over. Hanging up now!"
Zhao Xiaoqing said, "Bye!"
After hanging up the phone, Leng Xuan noticed there was an unread text ssage. It seed to have co through while he was on the call with Zhao Xiaoqing. Seeing the na, he realized it was from Su Yurou. Opening it, the ssage read, "Brother Leng Xuan, Yurou misses you a bit."
Leng Xuan paused for a mont, feeling a warm sensation inside. With one hand on the steering wheel, he dialed Su Yurou’s number with the other.
A mont later, the call connected, and Leng Xuan smiled slightly, asking, "Yurou, what are you up to?"
"Brother Leng Xuan!" Su Yurou’s voice sounded sowhat aggrieved, and after calling out to Brother Leng Xuan, she fell silent.
Leng Xuan humd, sensing sothing from Su Yurou’s tone and asked, "Yurou, what’s wrong?"
Su Yurou said, "It’s... it’s nothing. What are you doing, Brother Leng Xuan?"
Leng Xuan felt sothing was off. Clearly, Yurou had sothing on her mind but didn’t want to share. Out of concern, he couldn’t help but ask, "Yurou, what’s really going on? Why won’t you even tell your Brother Leng Xuan?"
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