Zhou Mingchen had a sip of hot soup, turned his head, and found Xia Lu sitting beside him, hands propping her cheeks, staring at him intently.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Lu shook her head, "Nothing~"
She realized that what Zhang Ma had said was right, Zhou Mingchen had indeed lost quite a bit of weight recently. Although he was never fat before, his jawbone now only seemed to have a thin layer of skin covering it, making his entire face appear as sharply defined as a sculpture. Looking at his hands, the joints of his fingers were distinct, the backs of his hands showed raised tendons, and his veins were clearly visible. Since when had he become so thin, and she had completely failed to notice?
It seemed that he also had hard times recently, Xia Lu thought, and she kept adding troubles, feeling slightly guilty.
"Has the company been very busy lately?"
