Yan Luo was struck by lightning in an instant, and asked in Chinese in an awkward tone: "You, you know Chinese! Or do you only know this sentence?"
The blond man shrugged: "Why can't I understand Chinese?"
Yan Luo stroked his forehead, he was so embarrassed that he had nowhere to hide: "Since you understand! Why didn't you tell me earlier! I'll tell you in English, you, what are you doing..." What are you doing... He has always said
She didn’t speak! Yan Luo looked up to the sky and went crazy. What stupid thing had she done? She thought she was smart, but she, she, she... she really didn’t want to talk about herself anymore.
"Well, I'm sorry... I have something else to do. Let's go first. Let's go first!" Anyway, this foreigner understands Chinese, and Yan Luo doesn't waste her brains talking to him in English. She had better run away first before talking about such a shameful thing.
"Well, it's so sad. You just took advantage of me, why did you leave me alone?" the blond man said pitifully.
She didn't know whether it was because the Chinese he spoke was too standard, which was a great irony to her, or because she was so embarrassed that she did something stupid in front of him. In short, Yan Luo stumbled and almost fell down.
"Aunt Yan Luo, why are you so careless?" The blond man held Yan Luo's hand, his voice was "evil"
Yan Luo looked at the sky, and she finally knew something was wrong. This man stood here and didn't move. If he didn't speak, he was definitely an extremely elegant prince. Once he spoke, he became a monster! Just like some girls who stand still and don't speak.
She is a top-notch lady. As soon as she opens her mouth, her image is like a building falling down instantly.
"Ah, auntie?" The corners of Yan Luo's eyes were twitching. Is she that old? How did he know her name? Yan Luo had a flash of inspiration, as if she had said it herself just now.
"Aunt Yanluo, I'm lost. How can I get to Niska Club?"
"Can you please remove the last two words? I don't remember that I have a nephew as old as you, or a golden-haired foreigner?" Yan Luo couldn't help but say
The blond man was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Don't you Chinese girls all like to be called aunt?"
Yan Luo almost staggered again. What kind of education did he receive since childhood? Who misled him about such a broad and profound Chinese culture!