"Xiao Qiao, how's your transmitter research coming along? Any progress?"
As soon as Su Qiao's consciousness cleared, she saw a young long-haired woman carrying a fruit platter into the room.
The woman wore a beautiful white dress. Her long hair flowed behind her, and her delicate, elegant face held a smile. She radiated a gentle air.
What a graceful classical beauty.
After marveling inwardly, Su Qiao, who was sitting in front of the computer desk, shifted.
She felt a little uncomfortable sitting that way and wanted to lean back or cross her legs or something, only to discover that she couldn't cross them.
Looking down, she found that both legs were as thick as an elephant's legs, stretching her black sweatpants taut.
Farther down were two round, chubby feet squeezed into a pair of men's slide sandals.
After freezing for a moment, she hurriedly felt around her waist.
Sure enough, she felt three or four layers of love handles, along with the back of a hand as plump as a steamed bun.
All right, she didn't even need a mirror. She was definitely a fat girl.
She raised her head again and compared herself with the young woman who had already come over and sat beside her, her figure graceful and alluring. She instantly felt psychologically unbalanced.
Why? Why was that woman so beautiful, with such a good figure, while she kept running into situations like this?
"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong? Are you having some difficulty?"
"If you're missing any materials, you can tell me. I'll help you think of a way."
Seeing her stare silently for so long, a strange look filling those tiny eyes that were as narrow as slits, Su Xinran slightly furrowed her brows and asked with concern.
Su Qiao felt even more unbalanced.
Why could