As everyone knows well, it was absolutely impossible for the Heungseon Daewongun of this district—King Jioh, a thrice-repeater with an English score of Level 9—to understand all that English.
Blah blah. Yadda yadda, mumble-mumble.
Why the hell are these punks speaking curly-tongue on Joseon soil?
He was wearing a Tibetan-fox face when Gyeon Geum-hee flipped the table with a single line.
‘H—hey, Unnie! Did you see? O—our Geum-hee just spoke English……!’
Hiiieeek.
Like Sim Bongsa suddenly seeing, he was shocked for a second.
……Was English always this pleasant to the ear?
Isn’t she practically a native? Wow, insane. Geon Geum-hee just slayed. Our Geumgeum’s English voice is killer. Slick.
Like a parent watching their youngest do conversation practice with a native at an English kindergarten, Gyeon Jioh was giving a standing ovation in his heart, just watching.
Seeing that fool who couldn’t even grasp what was going on and was only spouting cringe, it was too pitiful to bear.
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