Several minutes later, Chen Ying boarded the plane, led by the staff.
On her seat, Dao Meihua rapidly swiped on her tablet. When she saw Chen Ying come aboard, she casually pulled him over and handed the tablet to him.
"This is the data my colleague collected. I've organized it for you, take a look. By the way, the main lingua franca over in West Africa is French. Do you need to hire a translator?"
"I shouldn't need one," Chen Ying touched his nose. "I studied it for a while in high school. I can understand and speak without too many issues. Reading and writing might be a bit off, but a translator app should suffice."
Dao Meihua gave him a look but tactfully didn't ask further.
Chen Ying lowered his head to examine the data, with no intention to explain further.
