"Who are you?"
A foreign man with a strong build grabbed her shoulder, preventing her from running, and questioned her with a suspicious look.
"What do you want to do?"
She lifted her head and realized she had collided into a group of foreigners. The man she bumped into was in a suit, with black hair and tea-colored eyes, exuding a mixed heritage vibe, handsome yet mature. He was holding his forehead, seemingly hit hard.
It seemed his identity was not ordinary, as the reaction of those around him was big when she suddenly bumped into him.
Someone supported the man.
Others watched her with suspicious eyes, as if she had suddenly appeared as an assassin.
"Over there!"
"Quick, get over there."
Rong Yan's heart trembled as she heard the footsteps chasing her, coming closer. A female voice approached her first, "Miss, your foot is injured, let me take you to the infirmary on our boat?"
This voice...
