Chapter 542

The case was temporarily wrapped up.

Evening.

Everyone sat in the cafeteria eating dinner.

Xiang Qinqin was not in a great mood.

Old Liu noticed and offered comfort: "Don't be too sad about this. These people—even if they don't realize it now, when the moment of death comes, they'll regret it deeply."

"People, they're just cheap creatures."

Today Old Song had also come here to mooch a meal. Hearing Old Liu speak, he said with a grin: "Hey! Old Liu's right. People are just cheap creatures—when they have something, they don't cherish it; only when they're about to lose it do they start to cherish it."

"That's true enough…"

Xiang Qinqin nodded.

It wasn't that she couldn't see the logic—she just felt sad~

Genuinely, from the heart, sad.

Chen Fan took a big bite of rice, then added a few pieces of meat into Xiang Qinqin's bowl: "What's there to think about? Eat more rice, eat more meat—good food mustn't be wasted!"

Xiang Qinqin looked at the meat in her bowl and immediately felt a little better. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating big bites just like Chen Fan.

This scene left everyone else dumbfounded.

Old Liu was even more speechless—he had coaxed Xiang Qinqin with such earnest advice, and it hadn't had the slightest effect.

Chen Fan had only added a few pieces of meat and said one sentence, and Xiang Qinqin had let it go.

Damn it, it's truly the old saying—comparing yourself to others is enough to kill you with frustration.

Hahahaha.

At this moment, the livestream camera hadn't been turned off yet, and the audience was also laughing out loud.

"Old Liu's eyes look like he's already dissected Chen Fan in his mind."

"This is probably the charm of a handsome guy. With the same comfort, a handsome guy only needs to say one sentence to make a girl's heart bloom with joy, but the rest of us definitely wouldn't have that effect."

"If I were sad and upset, and Chen Fan could comfort me like that, I'd be over the moon."

"Keep dreaming."

……

Night fell.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard chatting. Peng Xiaoran and Ju Jingyi had ducked into a corner, whispering about who-knows-what.

"Oh come on, just go! Really, you're leaving tomorrow. If you want to see Chen Fan again next time, it won't be that easy."

Ju Jingyi was egging Peng Xiaoran on.

Peng Xiaoran, however, only dared to sneak glances at Chen Fan from behind.

Chen Fan hadn't noticed that side; he was just chatting with Xiang Qinqin and his own apprentice.

Because they were in the same profession, when they talked, they sometimes used professional jargon, and then burst out laughing.

But Peng Xiaoran and Ju Jingyi were just celebrities—they really couldn't get the joke.

The result was that the two of them could only stick together.

Peng Xiaoran hesitated: "I know, but looking at Chen Fan, he doesn't seem to like me that much. I don't want to force him. And if I go and then we can't even be friends afterward, what would I do?"

Ju Jingyi was practically frustrated at her timidity.

"What is that? You need to be confident, girl! Sure, neither of us is top-tier, but we're still female celebrities, aren't we? How can you have so little confidence?"

"Chen Fan is indeed very charming and often surrounded by girls, but he does have eyes, you know."

"Besides, Chen Fan is a straightforward person. Even if it fails, you can still be friends."

"But if you keep bottling it up and never say anything, you'll definitely regret it later, and Chen Fan will never know how you feel."