Lin Jiayi ran out and saw Wan Chu'er passing by a blond foreigner, who was holding a red scarf in his hand, looking perplexed.
She wanted to catch up with Wan Chu'er, but Wan Chu'er walked too fast, and even after calling her twice, she didn't look back.
After noticing the watch on the man's wrist, Lin Jiayi's gaze became fixed for a moment. She walked over and said, "Excuse me, sir?"
The foreigner turned his head, his eyes brightened, and he said with a smile, "Hello, beautiful lady." His Mandarin was quite good.
Feeling more certain, Lin Jiayi's eyes inadvertently glanced again at the watch on his wrist, and with a smile curling at her lips, she said:
"Your Chinese is not bad, but the scarf you have there seems to belong to my friend." Then she pointed in the direction Wan Chu'er had gone.
After saying this, Lin Jiayi playfully blinked an eye, quite charming, and sure enough, the foreigner laughed.
