"If you want to eat, shut up!" Mason Nightshade said in a low voice.
Grayson Quinn knew he was in a bad mood and didn't provoke him. He took the initiative to bring over two pairs of chopsticks, handed one to him, and tasted the food. It was quite good.
"Did your family servant make this? It's definitely better than the cafeteria food in the army."
"My wife made it." Mason's words were shocking. Grayson gave him a startled glance and then steadied his expression. "Didn't you not like her? Marrying her, wasn't it to use the Shaw Family's connections to quickly develop your business?"
Mason paused for a moment while drinking, his eyes staring blankly into some unknown place. After a moment, whether talking to himself or to Grayson, he lightly murmured, "If I really want to do something, I don't need to rely on anyone else's background."
