"Not necessarily."

Hui Yuanai looked sideways at a certain dining table: "Look over there..."

The corner of the restaurant.

A man with an indifferent temperament, a well-proportioned figure, and his skin looked abnormally fair against the black clothes, was quietly tasting the beef in front of him. Unlike the knives and forks used by other passengers, he picked up the meat that had been cut in advance. The piece is not a knife and fork, but a pair of chopsticks.

Maybe it's the angle.

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