"Uncle Juan, are you... are you now involved in 'agricultural import-export' trade at the US-Mexico border?"
Old Juan shook his head, straightened his back proudly, and replied in an almost official tone:
"No, I am now engaged in the aviation transportation industry, providing convenient and high-quality logistics services for areas with poor accessibility."
These words left Mills utterly speechless. He stared blankly at Old Juan, as if he were seeing the old man he once despised for the first time.
Monica, on the other hand, had a different reaction. She took two steps forward, glaring into Old Juan's face, forcing him to retreat two steps.
"Old man, you're a Mexican, what makes you think that becoming a citizen can make you an American? You even got a lawyer, do you think that will scare me?"
She grabbed Old Juan's wrist, making the expensive watch on it glisten under the light, but scoffed:
