"Not at all," Li Xiaolei shook her head.
"You've deepened their misconceptions about the Continent!" Wang Qiaolin said.
"So what?" Li Xiaolei smiled and replied, "When they visit the Continent someday, they'll see it's no worse than Hong Kong. A thousand words from me can't compare to them seeing it for themselves."
Wang Qiaolin shrugged helplessly.
At this moment, a young man in a white shirt approached Wang Qiaolin: "Beautiful miss, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"
Wang Qiaolin shook her head and replied, "Sorry, my first dance is reserved for Brother Guo Yi!"
The man's brow furrowed as he glanced at Guo Yi. He asked, "Are you that kid from the Continent?"
"That's right!" Guo Yi nodded.
"Can someone from the Continent even dance?" the man sneered.
"No!" Guo Yi shook his head.
"So what can you do?" the man challenged, staring at Guo Yi.
"Fight!" Guo Yi stated flatly.
