If Chen Huadong were now in the maid cafe, he would have instantly recognized the beautiful Japanese girl that attracted everyone's attention. That girl was none other than Nanako Mukaiji, and at that moment, she was still learning Mandarin from Chen Huadong.
However, she did not sound like someone had just started learning Mandarin. Her pronunciation bettered Uncle Zhang's, who had been living in the alley next door for seventy years.
"It's your father, not mine." The bartender finally put down the phone and looked at Nanako Mukaiji, "I've lived here longer than any one of you."
