Noticing the burly men in suits lurking in the shadows, Ruan Yuan raised an eyebrow, covered her mouth as if coughing to lower her voice, and reported the situation to Yu Zhi.
Before long, when the target finished his conversation with others, Ruan Yuan approached him unhurriedly.
As she drew closer, she could distinctly feel the bodyguards in the dark snapping to attention, their gazes locked on her, ready to pounce if she dared make a move.
"Oh dear." As Ruan Yuan brushed past the man, she accidentally twisted her ankle, spilling the red wine in her glass all over him.
Then, losing her balance, she grabbed his arm for support, her face full of contrition. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
Deng Rong initially intended to shake off the woman's hand, but upon seeing those innocence-filled eyes laced with a hint of allure, his previously stern expression softened back to its earlier casual demeanor.
