Xu Xiangbei also ordered a cup of coffee for Gu Xiangyi, and the rich aroma of charcoal-roasted Blue Mountain coffee wafted through the air.
Xu Xiangbei said helplessly, "Dealing with foreigners is the most troublesome. I can't even understand what they're saying. Luckily, we've solved our issue. Let's finish our coffee and head back."
Gu Xiangyi thought of something, grinning curiously while sipping her coffee, "Mr. Renault said something at the end, like asking me to send regards to someone, to whom was it? Let me think. Oh right, it was to Mr. Kalia. The pronunciation in the middle confused me a bit, it felt a bit like Italian. Who is this Mr. Kalia?"
Upon hearing Gu Xiangyi mention Mr. Kalia, Xu Xiangbei nonchalantly replied, "Kalia is another foreign friend."
Xu Xiangbei also guessed what Thomas whispered to Renault.
Mr. Renault's respectful attitude towards him wasn't because of his old friend Thomas but because of Mr. Kalia.
