The banquet hall played soothing music, and after politely declining a few handsome young men, the assistant carried a plate of sumptuous food to the corner. To her, these men with a faint fragrance are all sissies.
The assistant picked up a small piece of steak with her fork, and as the steak entered her mouth, she squinted her eyes, a content expression on her face.
Just as the assistant was enjoying the food, a slightly deep male voice came from behind her.
"It seems you don't like this kind of atmosphere."
Upon hearing this voice, the assistant sighed inwardly. If she had encountered such a situation in the past, she would draw her gun from her waist and make the person reorganize their speech.
"Mm."
The assistant casually responded and continued enjoying the food.
"When I was in my teens, I also hated this fake atmosphere, everyone wearing masks, smiling masks."
