Just guessing based on one's own imagination would make simple things more complicated.
The two of them were in a good mood. They drove for more than an hour before they reached their destination. When they looked up, they saw a wide field of view where they could see cows and sheep.
Song Mian drove to the parking spot and saw a fat old man in his fifties walking over with four young men and two women with warm smiles on their faces.
He pulled Yun Xiangxiang out of the car and shook hands with the old man. Surprisingly, he spoke Chinese, "Hello, Mr. Carl."
"Welcome, my distinguished guest, Song." The other party also spoke Chinese.
And it was not awkward at all. He clearly looked like a native.
"This is my fiancé, Yun Xiangxiang." Song Mian introduced Yun Xiangxiang.
"Hello, beautiful lady." Carl extended his hand in a friendly manner.
