Xia Jing can speak some English, but what language was Ye Qiu speaking on the phone just now?
"What were you speaking just now?"
"Spanish."
Spanish?
Xia Jing was bewildered. Since when did Ye Qiu learn to speak Spanish?
Now she looked at Ye Qiu, almost like she was looking at a monster, feeling like he understood everything.
Ye Qiu didn't bother to say much to her.
As they started boarding, Ye Qiu and Xia Jing took their things, went up to first class, found their seats, sat down, and prepared to leave East Sea, crossing the Pacific Ocean to fly to New York.
Fifteen hours would be a very long time.
Up there, either you watch the movies they have prepared, or you read magazines and books, and the rest of the time you're just sleeping.
Ye Qiu lay down directly in that seat, ready to have a good sleep.
Of course, he hoped to meet Wang Leshan.
However, he felt it was unlikely.
