A small Jiangbei suddenly having a foreign guest in need of official reception is indeed a shocking event.
Yin Xue's composure was also starting to waver.
She looked at the other people in the room, who were still engrossed with watching the bustle through the window, completely oblivious to the crisis at hand.
Immediately, she turned around and headed to the door.
"Xuexue, where are you going?"
He Wanqiu saw her and called out from behind.
Yin Xue frowned, "I'm going out to see what's so special about this foreign guest. Why haven't we heard anything about it before?"
"What's there to see? Isn't it normal for foreign tourists to visit our Wulong Village in Jiangbei?"
Behind her, someone who heard their mother-daughter conversation casually inserted their opinion.
Wulong Village?
That ramshackle place, worthy of a foreigner's visit?
Yin Xue held back for a long time before she managed to refrain from cursing out the harsh words and then stepped out of the door.
