The woman asked in some surprise. After all, in this country, how could someone have lived this long without knowing English? It was impossible...
And yet here was a girl who really didn't know English.
"Seafood."
"Where are you from?"
"I think San Francisco."
"You think?"
The woman frowned repeatedly, puzzled by Fang Yuxuan's answer.
"Yes. I'm not sure. I don't know English, and I don't know where that is."
"How old are you?"
"I... I'm thirteen."
"Thirteen? You don't look it. You're eleven or twelve at most. But you're quite pretty."
"What are you going to do!"
As soon as the other woman complimented her looks, Fang Yuxuan immediately grew wary. She took half a step back, drew the pistol from her waist, and clicked off the safety.
The moment Fang Yuxuan clicked off the safety, all the different people who had been laughing and eating at the table fell silent. Some looked over curiously,
but most turned their wary gazes toward Fang Yuxuan in unison.
Fang Yuxuan suddenly felt the weight of their attention. Their eyes were sharp; there was no question these people had seen battle. They might have been less seasoned
than zombies, but unlike zombies, their eyes were full of emotion. They all had the same look: "Don't get out of line, kid."
Some had already drawn their guns and laid them on the table, watching her at their ease.
"Ha ha ha~ Don't be nervous. I'm not a bad person."
The waitress seemed amused by Fang Yuxuan's reaction. She smiled and said this.
Fang Yuxuan didn't relax. Instead, she watched the room from the corner of her eye, checking for the best place to shoot and the best route to escape,
while still answering the waitress.
"Bad people don't necessarily have the word 'bad'