Bab 321: Heavy Metal Rock

You could only see his teeth in the dark.

Everyone stared at Qin Guan for 30 seconds and gasped.

Batiste grabbed Qin Guan's arm with shining eyes. "Are you a Drama Major? Why did you come to New York? You should have gone to France! We have the best drama schools!"

Naturally inclined to contradict the French, Joseph questioned his logic, "Broadway is in New York. He might be a dancer. Besides, Los Angeles is also in the US! What could Qin Guan do in France? Remain unpaid and go on strike with your labor union?"

"You motherf*cker! The Honor of Gaul Warriors will never be defended!"

Cella broke in, "I’ve never had dinner for free before. You treated me to food, so I’ll treat you to good music. We are all artists after all."

Who told you that I’m an artist? How can you tell that that’s my profession? By my appearance?

Before Qin Guan could speak, Cella went on to say, "I have a show tonight. You should come. Drinks are for free."