Displeased, he clicked his tongue.

Although Chen Mo really has nothing to say about his psychological quality and professional skills, he is a photographer after all. He has also seen some awesome and bold bungee jumpers, so he doesn't think this is anything.

The photographer beside him, named Tom, who had been walking with him, heard the unhappy tone of the young man with dreadlocks and cursed quietly in English, and he also tugged on the arm of the young man with dreadlocks.

"Jarry, don't be like this. This brother is indeed very powerful and very courageous. You just misunderstood, and we have to admit it! It's okay to apologize."

"Tch, he just happens to be into extreme sports. Maybe he is a photographer turned by extreme sports enthusiasts. He's not as awesome as you say. You've all praised him. Photographers still have to rely on their works to speak for themselves."

Chen Mo's clear hearing allowed Chen Mo to clearly hear the words of the young man with dreadlocks. Although they were spoken in English, there was no difficulty in understanding them. He didn't think much about dealing with such people. How should I put it? He always treated people he disliked.

He was disgusted and kept away. But the young man inexplicably hit him at a certain point, and he had wanted to say something to this young man before.

Before, he had an attitude of ignoring people and not wanting to offend them, but after bungee jumping, his body and mind became smoother, allowing him to do things a little more casually.

Just do it if you think of it.

Slowly walked to the young man with dreadlocks.

After taking off the miniature camera tied to his hand, Chen Mo took off his baseball cap and revealed his beautiful but sharp red eyes. He gently glanced at the young man with dreadlocks and returned the small camera to the uncle playing with Canon.

He put his hand on the shoulder of the young man with dreadlocks, leaned into his ear, and said softly in a tone that only he could hear:

"I know that you grew up abroad and received education abroad, so you think foreign countries are good. But you should never look down on people from country Z, who are from the place where you were born. I don't know if you grew up in country z, but

Please remember that your ancestors were born and raised here. Your roots will always be here. Even if you change like this and wear foreign clothes, you are still a Z-country person with black hair and yellow skin. Nothing can change this. So.

Please also think twice and respect your ancestors when speaking in this land."

He had wanted to say this for a long time, and he had been holding it back in the car for a long time.

After speaking, he patted the shoulder of the young man with dreadlocks with a smile, and walked away with a gentle smile.
Chapter completed!