So, everyone laughed it off and didn't pursue further. Ordinary people often have a touch of inferiority: they bully the weak and fear the strong.
Instead, they began introducing themselves with great enthusiasm.
Everyone present was shrewd.
Mo Liancheng exuded an air of superiority that couldn't be faked. (They were out of their depth; apart from this aspect, my lord had no influence here.) However, in the face of their enthusiasm, Mo Liancheng remained indifferent, showing no interest in becoming friendlier.
A few business cards were passed over, and he didn't take them. It was Qu Tan'er next to him who took them and said with a smile, "Yo, no need to be so formal, folks. We're just here to mooch a meal, nothing more."
Such blatant honesty, when heard by the others, sounded like modesty.
The women's gazes began to circle around Mo Liancheng, intentionally or not.
The men's attentions shifted to Qu Tan'er.
