"Bonjour, Monsieur Han. Content de vous voir."
The slowpoke, though late, had arrived.
The one initiating the conversation was a purebred Gaul with high brows, deep-set eyes, and a prominent nose, looking to be in his forties. He wore a neatly tied cravat around his neck, and his whole being emanated a strong scent of eau de cologne.
Unsurprisingly, Han Lie was bewildered.
Pan Ge smiled slightly, murmuring a gentle reminder, "Just reply with a normal 'hello'."
"Hello."
Han Lie took the advice smoothly and very appropriately displayed a warm and friendly smile.
The expert turned his head to the side—the manager accompanying him was a Chinese woman, a dignified lady a bit over thirty.
She dressed much like housekeeper Nata, wearing white silk gloves on her hands, her smile sincere and enthusiastic.
