Actually, Qing Zi could not be faulted for her way of thinking.
The International Association had always been a place usually closed to commoners. It was complicated to get a spot here in the first place.
In Qing Zi's mind, the three of them had come to the International Association just to study. The gulf between them and the locals was just too wide. It would do them no good to cross the locals.
A native of the International Association, even if she was just an average person—she was not someone the three of them could afford to offend.
Not to mention these were people from the International Association's military base.
Su Huiqing allowed Qing Zi to drag her aside, and good-naturedly listened to her advice. She was much taller than Qing Zi, and she just stood by the door with gently lowered eyelids and relaxed brows.
Her cell phone vibrated.
It was a message from Apollo: King, I have arrived.
