In the restaurant, Daniel returned from the restroom, his face betraying no particular emotion. Jin Enxi glanced at him before quickly looking away, "Mr. Daniel, why haven't you touched your chopsticks today?"
"I'm already full. I haven't been feeling very hungry lately," Daniel replied, a faint smile on his face. "Miss Lola, please don't mind."
Upon hearing this, Jin Enxi expressed her concern, "Why is your appetite off? Are you sick, or is it a stomachache?"
Daniel looked at her intently, "How does Miss Lola know I have a stomach condition, that I suffer from stomach pains?"
Jin Enxi inwardly cursed at her slip of the tongue and managed a slight smile, "I was just guessing. Out of ten workaholics, eight tend to have stomach issues. I didn't expect to guess correctly."
"Oh? A workaholic? What about me made Miss Lola think I am one?"
