"A Huaxia person?"
Chu Dazhuang frowned at that moment, actually feeling somewhat different in a foreign country. It wasn't like in his homeland where Huaxia people were everywhere. Even if he had been in beautiful, western countries like America or Europe, he wouldn't have felt this way.
But the problem now was that Chu Dazhuang had encountered her, of all the luck, right in the country of Uganda.
Chu Dazhuang stood still, watching the woman kneeling earnestly.
The woman had her hands pressed together, her eyes slightly closed, muttering something under her breath.
Upon closer inspection, Chu Dazhuang saw that her clothes were tattered, serving no other purpose beyond covering her modesty.
Chu Dazhuang, on the other hand, was quite different; he stood there in expensive suits, with luxury watches on his wrist. Merely standing there, his demeanor was extraordinary.
