"Plenty of fruit here." Old Mr. Ong saw the young lad followed by a group of boys and decided not to chase the dog anymore, figuring they'd come to pick fruit, and grumbled, "Kid, you speak in such a strong Beijing accent, what brings you to the Holiday Village?"
Julian Leighton flashed a grin like a youthful wolfdog and said, "Of course, I'm here for some fun. I came after seeing Mr. Ji's posts on WeChat."
To be precise, it was from posts shared by others since he wasn't friends with Mr. Ji on WeChat.
Old Mr. Ong, being an agricultural researcher, naturally didn't know who Mr. Ji was. He snorted coldly, saying, "Young people these days don't work properly, always off gallivanting, is there a mine at home?"
Julian scratched his head and laughed innocently, "Old gentleman, does a coal mine count? My dad comes from a coal mining background."
Old Mr. Ong: "..."
A-Tan chuckled out loud and said, "Old Mr. Ong, you're really trendy; this joke won't make sense to Marcus Quinn."
