Inside the private room, Chonghui was still feasting.
After swallowing another shrimp dumpling, he looked curiously at Shi Qianqian, who had already stopped eating.
"You're eating so little, is something bothering you? Did today's data mess up, or is the direction of the new paper not quite right?"
Shi Qianqian rolled her eyes at Chonghui and then looked down at her stomach.
After confirming it was still flat, perfectly showcasing a slender waistline, she sighed with relief and said, "I just don't have much appetite today..."
Chonghui interrupted with a sarcastic "heh."
In front of a well-informed psychologist, all disguises are futile.
Shi Qianqian took a deep breath. To avoid creating a scene that might leave a bad impression at first glance, she was too lazy to argue with him today.
She simply worried, "Junior brother has been out for a long time, hasn't met with an accident, has he?"
Chonghui didn't even look up, "If you're worried about him, just go find him."
