Shen Zhiqiao tidied up the materials, her refusal sounding natural, "Oh, no need, the driver is already waiting at the door."
Luo Yisan: "Okay."
Shen Zhiqiao followed him out of the cafe. Their cars were parked in front of the entrance, and the driver walked around to the back to open the door for her: "Miss."
Just before getting into the car, Shen Zhiqiao suddenly stopped Luo Yisan: "Professor Luo, why do I feel that every time we meet, you seem very... tense? Am I difficult to get along with?"
"No," Luo Yisan shook his head, "it's not about you."
"Oh," Shen Zhiqiao shrugged, "okay then."
She had noticed this issue long ago; initially, she thought it was because of the pressure of surgery, but as they interacted more, Luo Yisan appeared perfectly comfortable in the operating room, clearly not someone consumed with that kind of stress.
So... what exactly was he worried about?
Luo Yisan bent down to get into the passenger side, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
