A faint pain came from her lower abdomen, and she quietly raised her hand to rub her sore waist.
Over there, Xiao Moli was not participating in the interview with her, but he was constantly watching her.
Seeing her rub her waist, he immediately frowned, stood up, and walked over from behind the desk.
The media reporters were initially racking their brains on what tricky questions to ask An Ziqi to get the answers they wanted.
Seeing Xiao Moli suddenly get up and come over, they were startled and hurriedly shut their mouths, stood up, and greeted him respectfully.
"Master Li."
"Master Li."
Xiao Moli nodded slightly, walked straight forward to sit beside An Ziqi, reached behind her waist, and pulled her into an embrace.
He took a cushion from the side, placed it in her reach, then gently massaged her back, and frowned, "Does it still hurt?"
An Ziqi smiled helplessly; this guy had eyes like a radar.
