"What do you mean? Dare to insult our country?" The man listened to the conversation between his wife and Song Yun, and said with a furious expression.
Song Yun shook his head. "No, your country isn't worth my insult. Just a dog of the United States, I'm not interested in cannon fodder. If I were to insult, I'd go for the United States."
"You and the woman beside you have equally disgusting faces." The man swore in Korean.
Song Yun's face suddenly turned somber. He turned to check Xiao Qing's expression, secretly glad she didn't understand Korean. When Song Yun turned back to the man again, his smile became even brighter. He squinted his eyes and said in Korean: "Let me ask you a few questions. Do you think the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to your country?"
"Of course," the man replied affirmatively in Korean.
"Is Li Shizhen a Korean?"
"Certainly is. We have evidence to prove it."
