"Since he's Miss Xu's employee, let him through!"
Rose waved her hand dismissively, as if she were the one in charge.
The foreign bouncer lowered his hand, mocking, "Heh, go ahead. Mr. Manager."
"Your Huaxia is quite good."
"Hmph!"
The foreigner snorted coldly, looking up at the ceiling with obvious disdain.
"Fine, very good."
Ning Fan gave the black foreigner a deep look, committing his face to memory.
If the other party could speak fluent Huaxia, he was obviously familiar with Huaxia.
Yet he still behaved so arrogantly and rudely; it was not an excuse of ignorance but blatant contempt and insult.
"I hope you understand the Huaxia phrase 'neither able to live nor die.'
The icy glint in Ning Fan's eyes flickered briefly, but his face remained calm.
"President Xu, the car is ready. Shall we depart now?"
"Miss Rose, let's go."
During this, Xu Ruolan glanced at Ning Fan with a hint of apology in her eyes.
