He let out a mocking chuckle inside, the deputy general of the esteemed Clod-Summer, a standard socialite heiress—having the mind and means was perfectly normal. Whether they were smart or foolish, he felt neither admiration nor aversion.
But for her to interact with men in such a feigned innocent manner, given her noble and elegant socialite demeanor, was so outdated it was cringe-worthy and utterly lacking in taste.
Did she think that because he liked Li Qianrui, he would have a fondness for a woman who clumsily got herself covered in grease from head to hand while eating crabs and prawns?
Heh.
Mo Shichen continued to eat, deliberately ignoring her "performance."
Seven or eight minutes passed like this.
When he unintentionally looked up again, his eyes suddenly twitched.
