The woman swayed her hips and left.
Rong Shengsheng watched nervously.
She had no idea what the woman said to Zhou Kuan, but he turned and walked away.
Seizing the opportunity, Rong Shengsheng didn't say another word, lifted her skirt, and ran away in a panic.
Meanwhile, as Zhou Kuan heard the clattering sound of high heels, he turned his head and saw the fleeing figure of Rong Shengsheng. He immediately chased after her.
"Miss Rong, where are you going?"
"Wait for me!!"
Fortunately, Rong Shengsheng had worked as a waitress on the yacht for a few days and had familiarized herself with its layout, knowing where to run. Otherwise, she would have been like a headless fly, running around aimlessly.
After turning a few corners, she managed to shake Zhou Kuan off.
When she reached a deserted corner, she looked back, and Zhou Kuan was nowhere in sight.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, she could leave in peace.
