In the Dongchen Kingdom, it was rare to meet foreigners who could speak Chinese, so Old Lady Zhao wanqin had a deep impression of Shangguan Luo.
Especially that exquisite mixed-race appearance of the other party, it was unforgettable to her.
Obviously, this young man should have received a western-style education since young, it was just that his father was from nine regions.
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There was no lack of excellent works in the art exhibition.
There were a few paintings that Zhao wanqin also wanted to buy for her collection.
But before she could walk away and take a few more glances, Shangguan Luo directly surrounded her.
He had a smile on his face.
“Are you the old lady who set up the stall in the Art Street last time? My name is Shangguan Luo, nice to meet you.”
Shangguan Luo’s accent was still a little impure. When he said “Nice to meet you”, he inexplicably had a rapping feeling. Fortunately, his voice was magnetic, so it was not so funny.
