VIP lounge.
The atmosphere was extraordinary.
Wu Jie's face wore a smile, yet he remained silent.
Across the couch, several Middle Eastern oil tycoons wrapped in turbans were seated.
They were extremely excited, jabbering away in Luthian, non-stop.
Fang Qingya gently nudged Tang Xiao beside her and whispered,
"Look at him with that serious face. Can he understand Luthian?"
"Even if he doesn't, he has to pretend he does!"
Trying to stifle her laughter, Tang Xiao's beautiful eyes focused on Wu Jie, feeling that he might actually understand.
Fang Qingya pursed her lips, "I'd better hurry up and push, get the interpreter here quick!"
As she spoke, Fang Qingya was about to get up and leave.
But, unexpectedly...
Wu Jie began to speak. It wasn't Mandarin or any foreign language; it seemed to be Luthian.
Evevryone thought Wu Jie was just speaking nonsense, but the oil tycoons listened with utmost seriousness.
