Hearing Li Qing's response, Chen Chencheng finally showed a trace of interest, watching as Li Qing was about to finish the tripe on the side, she quickly picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of tripe into the hotpot.
"I don't think there's a problem."
"Ha?"
Li Qing paused, somewhat surprised, then nodded slightly: "Then let's finish this meal."
Can't waste it, right?
Chen Chencheng was noncommittal. Facing Li Qing, she was quite curious. From the beginning until now, he hadn't shown any sign of being interested in her, whether from subtle micro-expressions or gestures.
Usually, when people see her looks, whether it's nervousness or blind confidence, none have been as composed as Li Qing.
"Do you know what my profession is?"
"Uh, I haven't gotten around to that, so I don't know."
"I'm a psychologist."
Li Qing seemed genuinely interested: "That's pretty impressive."
Then he continued to focus his attention on the hotpot.
