Xia Chuyi couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Old Sir Guan and Professor Bao's expressions conveyed very clearly: How could she possibly know this fake foreigner?
Shaking her head, Xia Chuyi said, "Actually, it's just that we've happened to meet twice by chance."
Familiar?
Strictly speaking, they didn't even count as acquaintances.
But this fake foreigner, with his peculiarly relentless spirit and a strong, unfounded self-confidence, stubbornly believed they were fated.
Xia Chuyi was quite helpless.
Hearing this, and seeing Xia Chuyi's expression, Professor Bao's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. It was apparent that he understood: the fake foreigner was shamelessly trying to assert a connection with Xia Chuyi all on his own.
Meanwhile, Old Sir Guan's eyes widened as he stared at the fake foreigner—he remembered now. This was the same fake foreigner they had encountered on the train!
