Mo Liancheng ignored these people and continued eating.
His demeanor was calm, elegant, and extraordinary.
Yet after a while, he would act casually uncouth, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get the hang of it and returned to elegance. Having been a Prince for too long, some elegance had become ingrained in his bones. Mo Liancheng found it difficult to adapt to local customs. Besides, he never intended to learn this skill in the first place.
Nonetheless, he kept repeating this cycle.
This puzzled those who were observant.
In the end, Mo Liancheng finished the meat and emptied the jug of wine.
He casually took out a gold coin to pay the bill, but suddenly put it back away.
His beautiful brows slightly furrowed, as if in deliberation.
