Xia Weibao realized, "So it's diplomatic relations between two countries of equal status."
But the way they're chatting is really hard to grasp the main points.
Lu Hualiang was speechless about his wife's occasional lapses in intelligence and pulled her back to reality.
"One's cursing the other to get hit by a car when they go out, the other's cursing the other to fall to their death on the stairs, why are you getting involved?"
Xia Weibao, "..."
Are today's old artists all speaking so implicitly?
So the point was here...
The exchange conference began, and everyone gathered in the hall, taking seats according to the invitation's seating chart.
The invitations for Xia Weibao and the others were arranged by Lu Hualiang, so naturally, their seats were all in the front row.
The host stepped onto the big stage in front to speak.
A very official speech, clearly recited, awkwardly praising how great R country's calligraphy is, and after a few sentences, Xia Weibao lost interest.
