Rèn Qímǐn waved his hand, and his guard put down the gun in his hand.
Shen Yuchu picked up her crayfish again and lowered her head to keep eating.
Rèn Qímǐn watched the way she ate. With that kind of table manners, she didn't look like a sales director of the Emergency Star Group at all. "President Shen, have you seriously never eaten crayfish before?"
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