Jun Yexuan was carefully chewing and enjoying his meal when he saw He Wanqing stare at him blankly.
He couldn't help but to stop and ask, "What is it, auntie?"
He Wangqing was a little embarrassed as she glanced at the table. "Are you okay with eating these dishes?"
Jun Yexuan was a little started and didn't understand what she meant. So he said, "Everything's good."
Then, He Wanqing asked him, "I haven't had a chance to ask, where are you from?"
His hand that was holding onto the chopsticks shook. He deliberated a little before saying, "The capital city."
Mu Jinghang watched Jun Yexuan's flustered ways and was smiling so hard, he was getting wrinkles.
Jun Yexuan wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew.
It would be more unusual if the habits and body language of a wealthy young master didn't scare anyone.
As expected, the next second, He Wanqing softly muttered, "No wonder."
