C577 Conjecture

The two of them arrived at the dining hall. However, Ling Anjun could not eat anything, so she merely waved her hand in the face of any food. Old Mr. Ou saw everything and nodded. "An Jun, it's not good to be like this. People are iron, and food is steel."

"Ling Anjun put down the chopsticks in his hand." Old Mr. Ou, I'm sorry, but I have no appetite.

Old Mr. Ou had, after all