Ming Mei's hand went to her forehead...
Was that Kang Chen, the aloof man she knew?
If those who worked under Kang Chen saw him, they would definitely suspect that their Mr. Chen, had been bewitched.
Kang Chen was eating at the fastest speed, finishing his meal faster than when he was a soldier eating hurriedly before a march.
Ming Mei only felt that he had just sat down, not even a few seconds passed, and he had already put down his chopsticks.
Kang Chen said, "I am done eating, let's go."
Ming Mei looked at the table; it seemed... quite a bit had disappeared.
Looking back at Kang Chen, she couldn't help shaking her head. Finally, she understood what it meant to gobble food down.
Ming Mei straightened her face and admonished, "You can't do this next time. Your stomach is not made of iron."
Kang Chen nodded honestly; his wife's worries warmed his heart.
Kang Chen chuckled, "Ok, next time I will eat slowly, alright? It's getting late, shall we go?"
