Suddenly, the mirror fell to the ground. Jiang Lai swept her hair back and bent down to pick it up, then saw the foreigner across from her watching a football match on a palm-sized phone.
"Pelog is about to score the first goal."
Jiang Lai spoke directly in Chinese. The foreigner beside her frowned and glanced at her, then distantly replied.
"It's impolite to peek at other people's things."
"Sorry, I just took a quick look. My apologies."
Just as she finished speaking, on the screen, the two nations, which had been at a stalemate for forty minutes without a goal, suddenly saw a player from the red team break through with a swift kick and score.
The foreigner took a closer look, then incredulously raised his head to look at Jiang Lai sitting beside him.
"Are you also following this match?"
After all, it's not some international competition like the World Cup, just a simple qualifier, yet she knew about it.
Jiang Lai nodded.
