Qingran took a measured step forward, her gaze steady. "That's news to me," she said coolly.
Mr. Fang let out a quiet chuckle, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Really? Because the casino staff seemed to believe otherwise. Imagine my surprise when I found out that I had supposedly vouched for someone tonight."
He leaned back in his chair, studying her with idle curiosity. "You must be either very bold or very desperate to use my name so carelessly."
Qingran smiled, unbothered. "Why not both?"
His lips twitched in amusement, but his eyes remained sharp. He motioned toward one of the seats across from him. "Sit."
She debated ignoring the invitation, but pushing her luck too far wouldn't be wise. Instead, she stepped forward and took a seat, crossing her legs.
The men who had escorted her remained standing behind her, silent but watchful.
Mr. Fang rested his elbow on the arm of his chair, fingers tapping lazily against the glass in his hand. "So, tell me, who exactly are you?"
