Huang Tengchong approached in an almost flattering manner, and Miss Aisha quite enjoyed it. Before coming to China, she only crammed a few phrases of everyday Chinese.
Damn Chinese, why is it so tongue-twisting? And if she was also to encounter Zhou Ziang giving her the cold shoulder, how would she carry out her activities next?
With Huang Tengchong as such a useful translator, her journey in China would undoubtedly be much more relaxed and pleasant. Miss Aisha glanced at Huang Tengchong, got used to his face, and her expressions softened a bit.
"How can I let you? I heard from my mother that Mr. Huang is also a big shot in Beijing, putting aside your business to follow me isn't quite appropriate," Miss Aisha said, her cherry lips slightly parted, her hand stroking through her golden hair, eyes narrowed, her voice a mix of reproach and delight, sending shivers down Huang Tengchong's spine, wishing he could hug and take a bite of her.
