Director Leng's hidden dagger of a smile was halted by the fluent English.
Translation?
He may not understand, but he can see!
Those foreign devils looked embarrassed, trying to argue but at a loss for words. He knew this young girl speaking English had some tricks up her sleeve.
Jiang Cheng picked up the umbrella from the ground, and amidst the mud, continued with an elegant posture, calmly being washed by the rain.
It was a picture in itself.
The calm and steady voice spoke again.
"Currently, we in Hua Xia indeed do not have the best living conditions, but our hospitality, in our bones, has been passed down through thousands of years of civilization."
"Look around at the thousands of people here. Is there anyone else with an umbrella, a raincoat or boots?"
"In our scarcity of resources, we are doing our utmost to ensure your safety; it's not because we are sycophantic or flattering, but because as a country of etiquette, we are exhibiting the utmost dignity."
