When Li Ye had attended university in his previous life, the country had been going through a rather special period.
How special was it? Professors on the podium would casually say things like, "My two nephews and niece are all in the Lighthouse," or "Several of my nephews have Lighthouse green cards."
What was even more fatal was that Li Ye had felt nothing wrong with it at the time. In those days, the words "I'm a foreigner" were the highest form of bragging many emigrants kept on their lips.
Whenever they lifted their chins and tossed out that line, it had an absolutely crushing effect on many people inland.
But when Lu Zixue now said "I'm a foreigner" to Li Ye, Li Ye could not help laughing out loud—and he laughed loudly.
Because Li Ye knew that in a few more years, the nationality of the Flower-Growing Nation would become the hardest nationality in the world to obtain.
And a "foreign identity" like Lu Zixue's, from some British island territory or other, was even more of a joke.
After laughing, he lazily asked, "And then? So what if you're a foreigner?"
But hearing Li Ye laugh had already made Lu Zixue furious. Seeing how arrogant Li Ye was now made him even angrier.
He turned and pointed at the embassy gates, shouting, "I'm a foreigner, so they have to take me seriously! I'm a foreigner, so I can file a complaint against you with them and make you rush over here without stopping!"
"Heh, that's just your wishful thinking."
Li Ye smiled faintly and asked, "Lu Zixue, do you know why, when you were kidnapped a few days ago, everyone else at Korshi Company was fine, yet you alone were taken?"
Lu Zixue froze, and pain surfaced in his