Su Ming noticed that Ali seemed to be settling in well at the company, so he felt relieved.
Just as he walked out of the company, Aunt Shu called:
"Su Ming, I have a friend whose leg has been hurting for a whole hour late at night for the past few years. After hearing about your exceptional massage skills from me, she wants to give it a try."
"Okay, Aunt Shu, I'm on my way. Is she at your house now?" Su Ming replied.
"Yes, it's the same address as last time," Aunt Shu said with a hint of joy in her voice, glad that Su Ming agreed to help.
Shortly after, Su Ming drove to Aunt Shu's house. Upon opening the door, he was surprised to see a mahjong table set up in the living room. Besides Aunt Shu, two other women were sitting by the table.
"Su Ming, we happen to be one short, so now that you're here, we can make a full table. We can discuss the massage later."
"You must be Su Ming, right? Nice to meet you. I'm the one looking for your help, my name is Zhang Zhiyan."
