For a full hour, the foreigner who spoke like a torrent had finally sat back down.
Ning Mengyao's eyebrows were tightly furrowed during the lengthy speech.
As a top student, she naturally had a decent level of English proficiency.
However, to communicate without barriers with a foreigner was definitely not something she could manage with knowledge from textbooks alone.
In addition, she hadn't had the chance to practice speaking in these past few years.
So when it came to many of the specialized terms and systematic logic, she still couldn't understand.
"Mr. Ning, you see how professional they are—I told you, the monks from afar know how to chant the scriptures. We've really struck it rich this time."
Ning Bingcai, with his legs crossed, was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Did you understand anything?"
Ning Mengyao cast a displeased glance at Ning Bingcai.
This uncle, who knew nothing but to indulge in pleasures all day, was merely educated up to junior high school.
