C98

At the dining table, Mo Hancheng did not say anything.

He seemed hungry and ate quickly, but that didn't affect his elegant manner in the least.

"It's not good to eat."

Mo Hancheng was the first to finish eating. He left without any expression.

The two cold words directly smashed into Qiao Anxia's eardrums.

She raised her gaze and glanced at the empty bowl that didn't even have any soup left