"lovely girl, you look like a chinese, don't you? (lovely girl, you look like a chinese, don't you?)"

“yes, what you think is right.but can you speak chinese? (Yes, your idea is correct, but can you speak Chinese?)”

"Of course! I have loved Chinese since I was a child! Look! I can read Chinese books!" He proudly raised the book in his hand.

Han Ruoli just saw clearly that the book turned out to be—

A new word for the world!

"You... can you understand this book?" Han Ruoli asked with some uncertainty.

The new language of the world? Not to mention a native British product, even a native Chinese may not be able to understand it!

"Of course I can understand it! Just..." He looked slightly, as if he was looking for a suitable word, "Well... it's a bit difficult to understand."

Han Ruoli nodded slightly, "Ah, I've been talking for so long, but I haven't introduced myself yet! Hello, my name is Han Ruoli."

"Han Nuoli?" he repeated it in uncertainty.

"Han of South Korea, Ruoluo, Liuli's Li... Well, do you understand?"

"I understand! Ruoli, a very nice name. My Chinese name is Zuo Xi." Zuo Xi smiled slightly, and the smile on his face was even more dazzling than the sun.

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Silver Light Phantom, Reception Room—

"Hello, I am the top steward of Silver Light Phantom - Orin." A man who was about thirty years old smiled and stretched out his hand to look at Mu Xingfeng and Han Moze.

Mu Xingfeng was still cold, looking at the hand that was reaching out was expressionless, but he froze in the air without any reaction.

But Han Moze probably didn't want Olin to be too difficult to do it, so he stretched out his hand and gently held his hand, "Han Moze. He is Mu Xingfeng."

The awkward smile on Olin's face disappeared, and he said to them with a respectful look, "Sorry, our master is on the way here now, please wait a little longer."

Han Moze frowned slightly.

Nodded, speechless.

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When Han Ruoli pushed open the door of the reception room, the atmosphere inside could not be described as weird!

Let's see what's going on in the room-

Olin stood stiffly in front of the sofa, still maintaining the tea-pouring in his hand, but the teapot was not on his hand, but on his head! His naturally curly hair became wet, of course, there was still black tea water flowing on his head, and the tea leaves of black tea were also poured on his head.

Han Moze and Mu Xingfeng looked quite normal, but they were inevitably splashed by tea.

Han Ruoli held his heart, "I was frightened... Can anyone explain? Is there a World War III here?"

"Olin..." Zuo Xi, who followed, couldn't control himself and twitched his lips when he saw this situation, "Hmm? You... haha! Are you Olin? Is World War III here?"

"Young Master, I'm sorry to appear in front of you in this posture. Please allow me to clean up myself in one minute." After that, Olin bowed deeply to Zuo Xi and retreated.
Chapter completed!