"Well, I'm not hungry. You don't have to take care of me when I eat or not. If you want to eat, go out and eat. Don't disturb my work." Listening to Ye Cheng's wild and unruly tone of voice, Qiao Rubing was angry in his heart. He looked up at Ye Chengyi coldly and snorted coldly.

"You look at information with your eyes, think with your brain, and eat with your mouth. There is no conflict between work and eating."

"No, no time."

"Oh, I see." Ye Cheng deliberately lengthened his voice and made a sudden enlightenment. He looked at Qiao Damei in front of him with a smile...