Qiu Cheng felt a bit troubled, "These times were hard to set, they might have been specially arranged, canceling last minute isn't good..."
"Of course, I know it's not good, I'm not an idiot," Zhou Mingchen frowned at him, looking unhappy, still scratching his neck, "But look at me now, how can I have a proper conversation with others like this?"
It's the first time he's encountered such a situation, if it were pain it would be somewhat better, but now it's itching, he simply can't control his hands.
Qiu Cheng looked at him, seemingly thinking that it's really impossible to have a proper conversation like this, Zhou Mingchen can't even keep still. "Mr. Zhou, you can't scratch hives, the more you scratch, the faster it spreads, eventually you might itch all over."
"Why didn't you say this earlier?" Zhou Mingchen was a bit irritated. He jumped up from the chair, "Keep an eye on the company matters, I'm going to the hospital."
