"Is this your service attitude? If the food is so delicious, why do you charge the original price?"

"Handsome guy! Are you coming to play? I have an invoice."

His face was a little gloomy. There were indeed many foreigners pretending to be Chinese in the past few years.

"Fuck! You scolded me!"

"This country is very unique. It has a very masculine Muay Thai culture and also has this culture that is so girly that it's abnormal."

Many people were ogling Feng Lin and making gestures.

The man continued.

The driver spoke broken English and looked at Feng Lin through the rearview mirror.

"Here, let me see your ID card. I feel like there's something wrong with your accent?"

Every country’s English has its own unique accent.

The driver showed a lewd smile and said, "I can show you the way. There are people over there who understand Chinese, so communication will be easier."

Feng Lin gave a wry smile. He didn't know when the Chinese people started to be labeled as stupid and rich.

Most of these people spoke their own language, but Feng Lin could understand most of them.

Feng Lin lowered his head and looked at Ye Yourong.

He spoke in English, but Feng Lin could easily tell that he was from Korea.

"Our big country can do whatever we want, what's wrong? You low-level monkeys!"

Feng Lin easily grabbed the chair leg and kicked his knee.

thump!

The permed man is kneeling on the ground.

"Brother, he is not Chinese. You can call the police and you will know his identity then."

Feng Lin looked at the clerk with a smile.
Chapter completed!