Chapitre 1470: The Table Manners of a Refugee...

Just as Mu Yazhe was done with his words, she raised her cutlery and gobbled her food up like a tornado.

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The man gaped speechlessly with a slack jaw. He was so taken aback that he even forgot to keep his thin lips shut.

Yun Shishi paid him no mind, her face filled with amazement.

She only cared about filling up her stomach as she raised her cutlery, biting a piece of steak before taking a gulp of pasta. She paused for a minute to let out a satisfied sigh before munching on a mouthful of salad.

She was famished to the point that she could not be bothered to taste her food carefully. She only wanted to fill herself up and did not care about anything else at all.

He continued to gape at her. His eyebrows twitched harshly as they sank into a row.

His burning gaze made the woman raise her head, only to see his stiff expression. For a moment, she was stunned and then asked confusedly, "What's wrong?"