"Mr. Zhang, hello, I've long admired your reputation."
Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong were both grinning as they shook hands with Zhang Jiahui.
"Hello Mr. Xu, hello Young Master Wang, I am Zha Zha Hui," Zhang Jiahui said.
Zha Zha Hui?
Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong were both momentarily stunned.
"It's Zhang Zha Hui, not Zha Zha Hui," Zhang Jiahui corrected with effort.
At this, Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong finally understood.
Zhang Jiahui's Mandarin was terribly bad.
Gu Tianle's Mandarin was already considered decent, although it wasn't as good as that of people like Liu Dehua and Zhang Xueyou, it was passable and wouldn't lead to incomprehension.
Compared with Gu Tianle, if Gu Tianle scored a six for passability, Zhang Jiahui would be doing well to score a three.
Xu Yang and Wang Xiaocong, however, didn't make fun of Zhang Jiahui, after all, different living environments.
"Mr. Xu, please take a seat," Xu Yang gestured for Zhang Jiahui to sit down.
