Ye Xian's struggles and protests became more and more distant.
Jiang Wen and Zhou Lu watched as Bo Tingshen led Ye Xian away, their eyes filled with shock.
The CEO's reaction, why does it look so much like... a man consumed by jealousy?
In the thirteenth floor's gym, from time to time, Ye Xian's cries of despair could be heard.
Dumbbell bench—
"No, this is too heavy; I can't lift it!"
"Let me help you."
So, Bo Tingshen held the hands of the petite woman and lifted several dozen kilograms of iron.
"Ah! My hand is going to break!"
Smith Machine—
"I can't push it, I really can't push it!"
"CEO, don't push me! Ahhh! I can push it now!"
"CEO, you are standing too close to me, it's so hot!"
Treadmill—
"I can't run anymore, I really can't, If I run any more, I'm going to pass out!"
"Don't worry, if you pass out I'll give you CPR."
That's just mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
Ye Xian: "That might not be necessary, right?"
"Run!"
Spin bike—
