Xu Sheng pinched himself discreetly, feeling a sharp sting.
This wasn't a dream.
Wang Qiang and the others finally snapped out of their daze. They couldn't comprehend the foreign language, and they assumed the little girl was just mimicking Xu Sheng's accent. It sounded convincing enough.
Wang Qiang's face regained some of its bravado as he smirked, "Anyone can babble nonsense, young master. Just because I don't speak foreign languages doesn't mean I can't tell she's just messing around."
Xu Sheng ignored Wang Qiang, feeling embarrassed for him. The little girl was speaking genuine, fluent foreign language—not just making noise. He turned to Su Le and continued to question her in the same language, "How do you know this language?"
Su Le puffed out her cheeks, her smile radiant as she replied effortlessly, "Because I just can! It's so easy; it would be strange if I couldn't!"
