Zhou Peitian went to check on Xu Chaomu in the warehouse after finishing his call with Shen Shihan.
His company's warehouse was still very clean, and there was a small room inside for sleeping.
"Ding…" The key turned, and the door opened.
The lights in the warehouse were on, providing ample illumination.
Hearing footsteps, Xu Chaomu, who was squatting in the corner, immediately looked up with wariness.
Zhou Peitian glanced at the untouched food on the table.
He sneered, "Still refusing to eat, huh? Do you want to starve yourself to death? Let me tell you, starving is a loss no one can afford."
"Zhou Peitian, do you not get tired of saying these things every day?" Xu Chaomu glared at him fiercely.
In just a few short days, Xu Chaomu had lost a significant amount of weight, her chin sharpened.
