"Did you hear that? I'm talking about you."
Rather than flying into a rage or slamming his fist on the table, Martial Saint simply raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking handsome and charming.
"What's wrong with being a country bumpkin? Your old man here is originally from the countryside."
Wu Guangjiang found it quite peculiar.
He cares about appearances, yet sometimes doesn't. At this moment, he remained indifferent, continuing to crack the sunflower seeds loudly.
The waiter came over with two more plates of sunflower seeds and peanuts, the tray larger than before.
"That's it for now."
Martial Saint finished ordering and handed the high-end paper menu back, glancing over at the table not labeled as "country bumpkins."
Tsk.
Turns out she's a beauty.
