Dexter Cheng always felt that in his early twenties, he looked as old as Adler Lu, who was about to enter his third year of work, and it had something to do with his damn job.
Either I can't eat or I can't sleep.
He was so angry all morning that Liu Qing didn't dare to talk to him when she walked up to him. As a result, at noon, this man swept away the gloom on his face, got angry in the conference room, and walked back happily with his hands in his pockets.
Liu Qing passed by his office and took a peek inside, and found that the people who had lunch and dinner together all year round were actually sitting there and eating slowly at noon today.
He knocked on the door, poked his head in curiously, and asked, "How are you doing? Where did you get the food?"
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