Zhao Yiming jolted as he turned off the faucet and opened the door. "She's here? I thought she was just going to send someone."
Luo Yanyu shrugged. "I didn't expect it either… But she's acting weird. Serious—but happy serious. It's creepy."
Madam Ruan stood in her usual elegant qipao, smiling brightly at the body of Jin Haolong like she was admiring a fine painting.
She wasn't alone—three men in black suits flanked her, while Su Meilin stood nearby, whispering something to her.
The moment Zhao Yiming and Luo Yanyu entered, the conversation stopped.
Madam Ruan turned to face him, her smile sharpening. "Oh, Zhao Yiming. I didn't expect you to pull off something this dramatic."
She turned her back and fanned herself lazily. "But it does look like an accident. I mean, you are a gambler and a drunk… but also a wimp. Or, at least, you used to be."
He sighed. "Yeah… it was an accident. Can you take care of it? Yanyu told me the price's high. I don't mind."
