In local culture respect, Khan usually communicated in Chinese at the company. Everyone was taken aback when Chu Ruohan randomly started speaking French.
Khan's expression was aloof, completely lacking the smile he had when talking to Jian Qing, "Please, go ahead."
Although Chu Ruohan was indifferent to Khan's cool attitude, she looked at Jian Qing out of the corner of her eye before continuing, "It is not convenient for us to talk here. Maybe we can find some time to talk privately after the shoot."
Chu Ruohan had studied in France, so fluent French was normal for her. Despite knowing some rudimentary French greetings, An Yu and the others could scarcely pick up a few words from what she said and were puzzled by the conversation.
Khan glanced at Jian Qing and then at Chu Ruohan with a cryptic smile. Someone seemed to mistake a tiger for a kitten; quite interesting.
"How can I refuse an invitation from a beauty?" Khan replied, his wicked smile turning the heads of many admirers.
