Hearing the snicker, Jiang Yimei turned her head sharply, her beautiful face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared fiercely at Lin Congzhi: "Lin Congzhi, you tricked me!"

Lin Congzhi, holding the remote control, burst into laughter, unable to stop.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimei could no longer hold back. With a ferocious expression, she walked up to Lin Congzhi, slammed her hand on the table, and roared angrily, "Lin Congzhi, do you believe I'll beat you up?"

Whether she was startled or felt that this was inappropriate, Lin Congzhi gradually calmed down, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, and then calmly replied, "My dear secretary, I'm giving you a massage. You should be grateful to me, not be so fierce."

Jiang Yimei felt disgusted: "Pah! I'd like to give you a massage now!"

Lin Congzhi knew that Jiang Yimei's "massage" had another meaning, but he wasn't afraid and was very welcoming: "Great, anyway, I've been feeling a bit sore lately, so I need a capable assistant to give me a massage."

Who could tolerate this attitude?

Since Lin Congzhi is asking for trouble, Jiang Yimei will grant his wish.

He then walked around the desk, went behind Lin Congzhi, and stretched all his joints.

"Crack! Crack!"

All that could be heard was the chilling sound of bones cracking behind me. Any normal person would have broken out in a cold sweat, feeling uneasy and as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, Lin Congzhi remained calm and composed as always, and was completely relaxed, seemingly craving to be tortured.

Seeing this, Jiang Yimei's anger intensified, and her strength exploded.

She will not let Lin Congzhi go, she absolutely will not let him go.

The next moment, after finishing her warm-up, she immediately rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her strong and powerful claws, and grabbed Lin Congzhi's firm shoulder, pinching hard, violently, and as hard as she could.

"Oh! That feels so good!"

A minute later, Lin Congzhi, with his eyes closed, tilted his head back and sighed in a blissful, ethereal way, as if he had fallen into a valley of beauties.

Jiang Yimei was even more furious.

Wasn't Lin Congzhi implying that she was too weak to even kill a chicken?

So arrogant and reckless, she'll teach Lin Congzhi a lesson.

He removed his hands from Lin Congzhi's shoulders, clenched them into firm fists, and then began to punch Lin Congzhi's shoulders and back with even more force than when hitting a sandbag!

"boom! boom! boom!"

A muffled thud, like a drum, sounded behind Lin Congzhi, extremely deafening.

If anyone were here, they would surely worry that something had happened to Lin Congzhi.

But Lin Congzhi remained unfazed, his expression unchanged, and he didn't utter a sound.

What's even more unacceptable is that he thoroughly enjoys this ferocious, relentless beating: "That feels good! Harder!"

"ah!!!"

Jiang Yimei was completely enraged and immediately unleashed all her might, bombarding the enemy fiercely without any mercy or hesitation.

Lin Congzhi enjoyed it again and exclaimed, "That's the rhythm I want! Harder!"

Jiang Yimei just wanted to say, "What the hell are you doing? My hand is cramping."

After hitting her for several minutes, she collapsed into Lin Congzhi's chair, panting heavily.

She was certain she had used up all her primordial power, but it seemed somewhat weak and unable to harm the man in the seat.

"What exactly is Lin Congzhi made of? Why is he completely unharmed?"

She was speechless, utterly unable to comprehend it.

The rigidity of a normal human body is absolutely not that abnormal, unless it is made of special materials; but Lin Congzhi is flesh and blood, with joy and anger, unlike a robot.