Chapter 791

The United States was an immigrant nation. People from all over the world lived there. Some who had been there a long time were willing to adapt to local customs and observe local etiquette in everything. But others still handled major matters according to the customs of their homeland. That was how Evenson got this job.

Slap, slap, slap...

"Following Lipo to Lipo, in the Mid-Autumn Festival of August the geese fly south, one roar brings one sorrow..." Evenson was reciting with a voice like a great bell, full of rises and falls, when he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder from behind.

Who was that? So inconsiderate, fooling around in a place like this. He immediately twisted his body. "Stop it, stop it. Be serious."

Slap, slap, slap...

But the person behind him would not quit. They patted his shoulder three more times, and much harder than before.

"Hey, who is that? Huh? Melinda, why are you here?" Evenson irritably turned around, ready to scold whoever was behind him, only to find Melinda and Coulson.

The two agents were dressed in black suits, wearing huge sunglasses, their expressions stiff. After patting Evenson's shoulder, they immediately backed away several steps, as if afraid anyone might realize they knew him.

That left Evenson utterly bewildered. He had never expected to see the two of them here, in this kind of setting. But after giving it some thought, he understood and said with a look of realization, "Are you related to the owner of this house, Melinda?"

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Melinda was of Chinese descent, and judging by the funeral rites, the owner of this house had to be Chinese as well. On top of that, the two of them were dressed head to