"Lu Mingyu, do you dare to play?"
Qin Yitan approached like an angry gorilla, his face almost level with the sky.
Lu Mingyu couldn't be bothered with him. He turned his head and spoke to Lu Yang, "Yang, do you know why in Belgium, some people speak Dutch and others speak French, but no one speaks Belgian?"
Lu Yang glanced briefly at Qin Yitan, maintaining her composure. With the answer in mind, she pretended to be clueless and shook her head, saying, "I don't know."
Pei Yiwu couldn't wait to know the answer and immediately asked, "Why?"
Lu Mingyu replied, "Because the Belgian language hasn't been invented yet."
Pei Yiwu: "..."
What a silly and pointless joke, wasting her brain cells.
Lu Yang chuckled lightly, "I see."
Qin Yitan scratched his head in frustration, completely puzzled. What was Lu Yang laughing about?
He couldn't figure it out at all.
