Mu Lan rose her eyebrow. "Only massage?"
"…I'm bringing the ointment." Mu Liang said as he got up.
Mu Lan was very satisfied at his performance. She closed her eyes in satisfaction and gave some light moans.
Hearing her moans, Mu Liang grunted and said nothing. His massage was so comfortable that Mu Lan forgot the reality. Soon, her fantasy was broken because the telephone was ringing.
Mu Liang got up and went to the downstairs. He took the receiver and said, "Yes?"
"Jamil, would you come to the office? I know you are still sick but the workload is too much." The Prime Minister said.
Mu Liang frowned upon hearing that. "I will try to come as soon as possible." After that, he hung up.
His mind was working like a whirlwind. First of all, the Prime Minister called him Jamil. It was unusual because he always called Mu Liang as Mr. Mu.
Why was it?
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