"Alexander Priest?" I frowned and then glanced at the handsome man again. He still had that smug grin on his face, which… actually didn't look too bad. Maybe because he was really good looking, it made a smug grin turned into a deadly charm.
From his obviously European Caucasian facial feature, his platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes, I bet my money that he couldn't speak Chinese. I turned my head at Xiao Xue again and asked, "Did he use Google Translate or something to talk to you?"
"N—No, actually, he is really good at Chinese. When I complimented him about his speaking, he said that he has travelled around the globe since he was a kid, so he picked up many languages," Xiao Xue said.
"I didn't know that a foreigner can be so fluent at speaking Chinese," Xiao Xue added. "Ying Jie, you are Mr. Yang's secretary. You should ask him and ask his number, hehe."
