Yang Chen had too many dreams last night, ones he hadn't experienced in a long time. When he woke up in the morning, he rarely wanted to sleep a little longer, but being on a trip with a group of female colleagues meant he had to get up early to go sightseeing. So, he leisurely finished his morning routine and went downstairs for breakfast.
Sitting listlessly beside Liu Mingyu and the others, Yang Chen watched as the women started eating grilled eel early in the morning, but he had no appetite whatsoever.
After drinking two bowls of miso soup, Yang Chen didn't eat much else.
"What's wrong with you? You're usually the biggest eater. Today, you're just drinking soup," Zhao Hongyan couldn't help but ask curiously.
Yang Chen naturally wouldn't tell the truth. He patted his not-at-all hungry stomach and said, "Accompanying you guys to the mall yesterday was too much for me. I've lost my appetite."
