"Professor Ai's appetite has always been that small?"
Wang Fan was confident.
Having spent many days running his food stall, he learned one thing—no one can control their appetite in the presence of his delicious food!
Although Professor Ai was slender, he was still an adult male. Being full with just five thumb-sized pan-fried buns was completely illogical.
Five for breakfast could be acceptable, but five for dinner as well? Wouldn't he wake up starving in the middle of the night?
Zhuo Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "I'm not really sure, but he does seem to have lost some weight recently compared to before the holiday. Is there a problem?"
Wang Fan leaned into Zhuo Qianqian's ear and whispered, "I suspect he has a health issue."
The gentle breath brushed over Zhuo Qianqian's alabaster ear, like silky threads entwining around her ear, bringing a tickling sensation. Her face involuntarily blushed, like the most beautiful sunset.
