"Miss Kristen, it's been a long time since Moscow, but you're still as beautiful as ever!"
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with decorative features combined with attributes of the plains stepped forward, kissed Long Juan's hand gently, then smiled as he spoke.
Long Juan leaned back slightly, then smiled and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Semyon Bill, but let me introduce my friend, Yang!"
"Yang? A Chinese man?"
Bill glanced casually at Yang Tian but didn't show much interest.
In the West, it wasn't uncommon for women to bring a male companion to any gathering, so Bill was slightly intrigued by how Long Juan had brought this Chinese man along to the occasion.
As for who Yang Tian truly was, Bill didn't care about his identity, let alone prioritize it over seeking Long Juan for more pressing matters.
