Then Gu Qiaoqiao and the little secretary Xiao Yuan looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh quietly.
Gu Qiaoqiao gently coughed again.
She straightened up, scanned the restaurant, her expression calm, with an air of sobriety amidst the drunken crowd.
The restaurant had a nice environment and spacious area. There were some Chinese dining here, but unfortunately, they were speaking foreign languages too. It seemed everyone in the room was speaking a language Gu Qiaoqiao and the orderly officer couldn't understand, but neither of them minded.
Gu Qiaoqiao comforted Xiao Yuan, saying it was just like hearing dialects back home, since many dialects in various places sounded like foreign languages to her.
Xiao Yuan, being a native Northerner, naturally had deep experience with this.
