Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Xian Si's eyelids twitched wildly, and she bit the corner of her lip, trying to steady herself. She shuddered, still frightened. "Ma'am, are you okay?"

The dean was so frightened that he couldn't speak and just stood there.

Seeing this, the little boy who had caused the disaster sneaked away.

Sang Yuwan's feet felt weak, and her fingertips pressed hard against her palms. She took two deep breaths and said, "I'm fine."

Rong Zhi supported her shoulders and helped her stand slowly. He lowered his eyes and looked at the glass marbles scattered on his feet, his eyes instantly cold.

He looked at the director of the welfare home, the ice in his eyes quickly condensing, and a murderous aura emanated from his body. "Didn't the Madam inform you before she came?"

The dean trembled, his glasses almost falling off his nose, "Assistant Ji notified me yesterday..."

"Why would such an accident happen?" Rong Zhi's stern brows were stained with anger, like a god in the dark night.

The dean's body swayed and he almost fell to his knees. "I was negligent..."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, thick clouds rolled in, and broken ice and mist rose up. "This isn't something you can just let go of."

The dean bent slightly and lowered his head. With a click, his glasses fell to the ground, shattering the lenses.

Sang Yuwan watched silently without saying anything.

Xiansi squatted down and picked up the marbles one by one.

Colorful beads are toys for children. They can also be a weapon to cause miscarriage.

If Rong Zhi hadn't appeared in time and supported her, she would have fallen heavily.

There is an 80% chance that the baby in the belly cannot be saved.

Xian Si picked up all the marbles and said to Sang Yuwan, "Madam, I will go find the culprit now."

The dean was terrified, his face was pale, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sang Yuwan was about to speak when the man in black beside Rong Zhi twisted the skinny little boy over like a chicken.

"Second Master, Madam, how should we deal with this?"

"Let me go!" the little boy struggled angrily.

The man in black warned coldly, "Quiet."

The little boy waved his hands, trying to break free, "Let me go!"

The man in black shouted angrily, "If you keep making noise, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

The little boy was fearless, his eyes almost spitting fire, "I'm not afraid of you."

Seeing this, the man in black used his wrists to clamp the little boy's arms behind his back.

The little boy's eyes were red, like a trapped wild animal cub, still struggling hard.

The man in black was about to attack again, but Sang Yuwan stopped him, "Let go."

"Madam?" The expressions of the man in black and Xian Si tightened at the same time.

Sang Yuwan was silent for a moment, and suddenly two sharp cold rays flashed in his eyes, "Let him go."

The little boy became more and more excited, like a little lion with its fur standing on end, and roared loudly, "Let me go!"

The man in black looked at Rong Zhi, waiting for him to speak.

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and he opened his thin lips slightly, "I will listen to my wife."

Upon hearing this, the man in black immediately let go.

The little boy shook his sore arms, turned around and tried to punch and kick the man in black.

The man in black had no choice but to attack again and control him.

Sang Yuwan's face darkened and he glared at them coldly, "Xian Si, take him away."

Xiansi said, "Yes, ma'am."

The next second, she winked at the man in black.

The man in black swung his hand without much force and the little boy fainted.

Sang Yuwan waited for them to leave, then slowly spoke to Rong Zhi, "Since Second Master is here, come with me to see the children's dormitory."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelashes slightly and replied, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan's eyes moved slightly, with complex emotions surging in her eyes.

Every time he said this, her heart was deeply touched.

Sang Yuwan turned her gaze and looked at the trembling dean, her eyes cold and expressionless. "Dean, lead the way."

"Yes..." The dean's voice trembled violently.

When going up the stairs, Rong Zhi naturally supported Sang Yuwan.

Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, you must be careful.

The welfare home’s dormitory is a two-story building with red bricks and green tiles, and it is quite old.

The dean pushed open the door to a slightly larger room.

Sang Yuwan walked in.

Compared with the plain exterior, the decoration inside the dormitory is quite good.

The wall covering seemed to be new, the quilt was clean, and the matching wardrobe and table were tidy.

Sang Yuwan thought that many children had caught colds this month, so she walked to the bunk bed and touched the quilt.

"Dean, isn't the quilt a little thin?"

The dean's heart was still in his throat. When he heard the question, he responded hastily, "It's cold, and the air conditioner is on at night. This kind of quilt is most suitable."

Sang Yuwan nodded.

She walked to the wardrobe again and opened it.

The cabinets are filled with clothes of all kinds, new and old.

Sang Yuwan picked one up at random, opened it and took a look.

These were the winter clothes that Bo bought for the children in the welfare home two years ago.

The reason why she was so familiar with it was because she was the one who purchased that batch of clothes.

The cuffs of his clothes had turned white from washing, the collar was a little worn, and there were a few unwashed ink stains on the chest.

Sang Yuwan frowned and said, "Dean, the children have new clothes every year. Don't let them wear clothes like this anymore."

The dean nodded hurriedly, "Yes."

Rong Zhi interrupted, "Madam, from today on, you'll have to carefully check the accounts of the welfare home."

The dean suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't say a word.

Sang Yuwan looked carefully and found that there were quite a few old clothes in the closet.

Although thrift is advised, in addition to the annual donation of 10 million yuan, the Bo family also makes other donations on a regular basis.

Rong Zhi's words reminded her.

The Jiangcheng Welfare Home currently has fewer than a hundred orphans on its roster. Their annual expenses for food, clothing, medical care, and hospitalization are less than ten million yuan.

Bo Yuanshan did not consider these things when he was alive.

Bo Xingzhi doesn't care.

When it comes to Sang Yuwan, she can do the same as the previous two and just give gifts without worrying about anything else.

But every penny of Bo's money did not come from the wind.

Sang Yuwan immediately decided to investigate carefully.

She gently closed the wardrobe, slowly turned to look at the dean, her voice tinged with anger, "I think Mr. Rong's suggestion is a good one. I'll leave this job to you."

Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and dark, and he glanced at the dean from the corner of his eye. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay, Madam. I will arrange for the audit department to come tomorrow."

When the dean heard this, his whole body went cold. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't make any sound.

Sang Yuwan frowned, and her tone seemed to be more concerned. "Dean, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing... nothing..." The dean spoke with difficulty, his voice extremely flustered.

Rong Zhi sneered, "Could it be that the dean doesn't want me to come over to check the accounts?"

The dean's lips trembled, "How...how could it be..."

Rong Zhi added, "Director, I've been in the welfare home for four years. This was once my home."