"Mr. Yan, do you find the taste of the food disagreeable?" The clueless photographer asked with concern.
"Not at all, I'm just not hungry!"
Mr. Yan's statement was entirely unconvincing.
Who among the photography team didn't know that he, like Zhu Qianying, had eaten nothing but water from morning till night?
However, as Mr. Yan put it in such a way, nobody dared to further any inquiry.
As for Zhu Qianying, it wasn't that she didn't dare to speak. She was simply disinterested in doing so, because she was certain that even if she urged him, he probably wouldn't eat any more.
She'd witnessed firsthand a person who would rather starve to death than eat a mouthful of food that didn't suit his taste.
Mr. Yan ate a few mouthfuls of plain rice, then picked up the photographer's camera to look at the pictures. In contrast, Zhu Qianying showed no interest in the photos at all.
"Copy these photos exactly and send a set to Qin Xiu."
