Sophia very depressively pulled out her phone, carrying her suitcase and disembarking from the plane, she began, "Funi, let me tell you, I met a super handsome... hmm, what you Chinese call a hunky guy on the plane today."
On the other end of the line, a gentle, soft voice with a smile said, "Why are you so infatuated?"
She replied fluently in French.
Thinking about how two years ago, when she arrived in France, she couldn't even speak the simplest words, Sophia smiled with more joy and warmth, "I can't help it, you haven't seen how handsome that man is. I even saw him in your magazine a few days ago, I think his name is He Qimo."
After a slight pause, the other end of the line only hesitated for a moment before laughing, "Oh, he might be in France for business."
"Yeah, I guess so. By the way, Funi, what are we having for dinner? You don't have classes today, right? I really miss your Chinese cooking. I haven't eaten well these past few days on the plane."
