"You decide." Here, Mo Liancheng doesn't understand the language and cultural issues, so naturally, she decides. At this moment, in this new environment, his eyes gleamed with curiosity as they wandered over the people coming and going on the street. "The people here, Tan'er, the people here... are very special. The racial diversity is quite complex."
"Haha. Yes. There are many races in this world, with different genes... you'll understand these things gradually." Qu Tan'er said simply, knowing he was certainly curious inside.
She waved her hand, just about to call for a taxi.
However, when she turned around, it was unsurprisingly those two people again.
She shook her head, still unwilling to give up.
Suddenly, Ling stepped forward and asked, "Can we talk? I know you're looking for someone."
