Jiang Bei wasn't foolish; she had clearly realized from the scuffle in the sofa area that Rong Shen's martial skills were above her own, indeed by more than one or two levels. Continually forcing a fight would only end in her own defeat. What's more, all he wanted was her name, and she saw no need to exhaust herself like a dog just for a name.
However, seeing Rong Shen's posture at the moment, Jiang Bei couldn't help but think to herself that perhaps this was another way to win.
Rong Shen's gaze had been fixed on Jiang Bei's face without shifting until he was about to say something. Then the door was knocked, and his gaze leisurely moved away from Jiang Bei's face: "Come in."
Qin Meng stood at the door and at the moment of opening his mouth, saw the dagger standing upright on the desk. He instinctively raised his eyes to the two of them, and upon confirming that Rong Shen bore no signs of injury, he visibly relaxed. However, the look he gave Jiang Bei was filled with deep caution.
