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

The little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, had messy hair and a pair of round amber eyes. He tilted his head back, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

"They are all afraid of you, but I am not."

Rong Zhi pulled a chair over and sat down, crossed his legs, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and then took out a lighter.

"Rong Moyuan asked you to do it, right?"

The little boy's gaze paused noticeably, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck popped out.

Rong Zhi lit a cigarette and took a light puff. The curling white smoke enveloped his stern face.

The man in black walked to the office door, stood upright with his back to them.

The frightened dean came back and saw this. His heart tightened and he turned away in a hurry.

Rong Zhi took a few puffs of the cigarette, and the smell of smoke became stronger.

"Cough cough cough..." The little boy couldn't help coughing.

Rong Zhi flicked the ash off his cigarette gracefully and said nonchalantly, "I can rescue your mother from Rong Moyuan."

The little boy froze, his eyes fixed.

Rong Zhi smoked a cigarette, his sharp features covered with a layer of gauze. "What else does he want from you?"

The little boy's heartbeat quickened, and his eyes became fierce again, "Let me go."

"Letting you go is very simple. Just answer my question honestly." Rong Zhi continued smoking, speaking in a slow and steady tone.

The little boy began to struggle again, and the blood vessels on his neck bulged and looked scary.

Rong Zhi smoked calmly and looked at him with disdain, "After you finish this cigarette, you won't have any other choice."

The little boy bit his lip, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

Rong Zhi waited patiently for him to make a decision.

In the little boy's eyes, scarlet fireworks flickered.

The air in the office was filled with the smell of nicotine.

Rong Zhi threw away the cigarette butt, crushed it with the toe of his shoe, and then prepared to stand up.

The little boy's pupils widened and his expression gradually became panicked.

After a few seconds, Rong Zhi said to the man in black, "Send him back to the capital."

"Yes." The man in black who had been guarding the door turned around, strode to the little boy, and reached out to untie the ropes.

Rong Zhi looked down at him, "Yan Xiaoliu, tell Rong Moyuan that if you want to touch my people, you should first consider your own capabilities."

The little boy became even more flustered when he heard him call out his name. He opened his mouth and asked, "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black stopped what he was doing.

Rong Zhi stared at the little boy for a few seconds, his expression stern, and he said sternly, "Tell me the truth, what else did Rong Moyuan ask you to do?"

Then he signaled to the men in black to untie the little boy.

The little boy's legs were stiff and painful, and his body swayed.

The man in black grabbed his arm.

He struggled to break free. He looked up at Rong Zhi and asked, "Can you really save my mother?"

"Of course." Rong Zhi smiled.

A layer of sweat appeared on the little boy's dark face. "What if you can't do it?"

Rong Zhi opened his thin lips slightly, "There is no such possibility."

The man in black interrupted, "Second Master's ability is no match for Rong Moyuan's."

The little boy's eyes turned red with anger. He took a deep breath, his lips covered with sharp teeth marks. "He wants me to find a way to get rid of the baby in Madam Bo's belly."

This answer was completely within Rong Zhi's expectations. He didn't show the slightest bit of surprise, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I know."

After a pause, he said to the man in black, "Arrange a separate dormitory for him. Also, find him a teacher to teach him one-on-one."

The man in black lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The little boy's heart sank, and he said in an unhappy tone, "I don't want a teacher to teach me."

Rong Zhi's tone became more serious, "This matter is not negotiable."

The little boy gritted his teeth in anger.

Rong Zhi walked out.

Just as he was about to get in the car, the dean came running over in a panic, "Second Master, please stay."

Rong Zhi turned around and asked coldly, "Anything else?"

The dean took two deep breaths and said tremblingly, "Second Master, what happened today is my fault. Second Master, please, for the sake of having lived here before, ask Madam Bo for mercy on the children. Ask her..."

Rong Zhi's dark eyes were frost-filled, devoid of any warmth. "The dean is worried that the Bo family will stop donating in the future."

The dean's eyes were red, and his legs felt heavy and sore. "Everything wrong is my fault, not the children's."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "Let's talk about it after we finish checking the accounts."

The dean was shocked and almost fell to his knees.

Rong Zhi drove away personally.

The dean's eyes went dark and he fell headfirst.

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Rong Zhi returned to the group and immediately called the director of the finance department into his office.

The audit of the welfare home’s accounts was quickly submitted to Sang Yuwan.

She approved it directly.

"Immediately."

Ten p.m.

Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi left the Bo Group one after another.

Rong Zhi's car followed Sang Yuwan's car, keeping a safe distance.

Minglang noticed it, but he didn't say anything.

After getting off the bus at night, Sang Yu began to close her eyes and rest. I don't know if she noticed it.

It wasn't until the car drove into Qinghe Garden that Minglang added, "Madam, the Second Master has been following us."

Sang Yuwan tilted her head to glance out the window. The car lights behind her were a bit dazzling. She couldn't help but frown.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Minglang didn't dare to say anything more.

As the car pulled into the garage, Sang Yuwan unbuckled his seatbelt and asked coldly, "How did the Second Master handle the situation at the welfare home?"

Minglang put one hand on the steering wheel and turned his head, "Second Master arranged a separate dormitory for the little boy and hired a special teacher for him."

Sang Yuwan's expression was cold, "Today's incident is indeed related to Rong Moyuan."

Minglang was puzzled. "How can Madam be sure that it must be him who did it?"

Sang Yuwan opened the car door and said, "If it was Shen Yilin who did this, the Second Master would have taken the child and gone to trouble the Shen family."

Minglang suddenly realized, "Madam is right."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and entered the villa.

Minglang pressed the remote control and the garage door slowly fell.

Ding-dong-

Doorbell rang.

Minglang glanced at the dialog box.

The person standing at the door was Rong Zhi.

He didn't dare to act on his own and hurried upstairs, "Madam, the Second Master seems to have something to ask you."

Sang Yuwan frowned, "What could happen to him?"

Minglang pursed his lips and said, "I told him to leave immediately."

Sang Yuwan didn't say anything and went to the bathroom.

Silence is rejection.

Minglang quickly went downstairs and came to the door of the villa. "Second Master, Madam is ready to rest. We can talk tomorrow if there is anything."

Rong Zhi said calmly, "Give this to her."

Minglang took the file bag he handed over and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Rong Zhi turned and left without saying a word.

Minglang stared at the file bag, stunned for a few seconds. "He followed me all the way, just for this?"