"Hey hey hey... Second Young Master, are we going abroad in the future? But I can't speak any foreign languages."
"You can learn if you don't know how to," the little fat man's head popped out from the driver's seat. "I didn't know how to drive before! Look at me now, I learned it."
Upon hearing that he could learn a foreign language, Du Xiaosong held it in high regard; he had never imagined that one day he could become an intellectual.
Bai Oulan followed the man through twists and turns to a quiet and serene courtyard house. The old-fashioned residence didn't look remarkable from the outside, but once inside, it was a completely different world. The furnishings were exquisite, and the security was tight.
"The person waiting for you is inside, go on in!!"
