Waiting by the Tree

A Brawl

The French, who were famous worldwide for their romanticism, sure knew how to have fun. When force failed, they resorted to roundabout tactics.

Did they really think the two Demonesses were sheltered country girls who had never seen the world?

Li Bai had jumped to that conclusion.

The odds that they had come to the production facility of Kunlun Demon Realm Co., Ltd. in such force for some female worker or clerk were not zero, but they were very low.

As for women in management, most were married, and they were no more likely to attract foreigners.

Combined with his mother's earlier warning, it was highly likely that these were the Frenchmen searching for "Tears of an Angel."

"Report, Mr. Li. They're Russians."

Huh!?

Weren't they supposed to be French? How had the old hen turned into a duck and become Russians instead?

Were they Russians who had become French citizens?

"Verify their identities!"

Li Bai stopped wild-guessing and had the security guards confirm the visitors' identities and purpose.

The guards who had gone to deal with the Russians soon returned with a report.

"Mr. Li, they aren't French. They're Seryozha Vladimirovich from Russia. He's here to see the chairwoman."

Although they weren't French, Li Bai had still guessed half right. They really had come to see Qingyao Demoness.

He remembered who this guy was. He was the neighbor of the two Demonesses' villa in Thailand—a young Russian rich kid whose family owned a mine. He had never expected the fellow to chase them all the way to China, carrying such a huge bouquet of roses. His purpose was obvious.

Looks like the French weren't the only ones who knew how to have fun. The Russians were pretty good at it too!

Li Bai wasn't worried in the