The voice on the other end of the phone came without the usual small talk, instead carrying an almost teasing laughter.
Not at all considerate and chivalrous.
A perfect opportunity to show concern, wasted.
"I'm fine. Not as shocking as last time in Paris."
Pei Yunxi responded calmly.
She was no greenhouse flower, accustomed to adversity.
Jiang Chen's laughter grew louder.
The news might not have reached inland yet, but as the boss, how could he be oblivious.
"Seems like you miss your days in Paris."
Jiang Chen said with a smirk, intriguing, before getting to the point.
"The attacker was black? This kind of act hardly solves discrimination issues, it only intensifies the prejudice against these black brothers. They really don't think things through."
His view, it seemed, was in line with Yang Ni's.
Indeed.
The attacker's skin color does predispose people to certain judgments.
