Ji Wuzi!

Wang Baole was about to land his 200th kick, but he paused after hearing the youth's words and lowered his head to look at him.

Seeing Wang Baole retract his foot, the youth heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and quickly raised his head to look at Wang Baole. He kept cursing him in his heart but didn't dare to show even a tinge of displeasure on his face. Instead, he squeezed out quite a bit of flattery towards Wang Baole.

"Are you tired, Daddy? I'm very skilled at massage. Why don't you lay down there? I'll give you a massage and ease your fatigue. You can teach me a lesson once you're done resting."

Wang Baole raised his eyebrows and looked at the youth's flattering face. It was obvious that he was skilled at doing this and that he did it regularly. This caused Wang Baole's suspicion about his identity to rise in his heart again.