Jiang Siming turned around, his expression thoughtful.

"Why does your voice sound familiar to me? Do we know each other? And... you called me Oppa, are you Korean?"

Because they had been communicating in English earlier, Jiang Siming hadn't realized it, but that one word "Oppa" left an impression on him.

"Oppa, do you remember a while back when you played games with us three Korean girls? We said we'd come to cheer for you." Yoona was very happy that Jiang Siming remembered her.