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

Everyone looked at Rong Moyuan.

Some of them have a clear stance, while others are wavering.

Most of them sided with Rong Moyuan, not only because he was older than Rong Zhi, but also because he had been following Rong Sheng for so many years and had almost become the boss of the Rong family.

Rong Zhi's only advantage is that he is Rong Sheng's only grandson. In other words, he is Rong Sheng's only grandson.

Because Rong Sheng only has one daughter.

Her name is Rong Lan.

Rong Moyuan's expression was gloomy and unclear, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Azhi, this seat is not easy to sit in. Have you thought it through?"

The ending tone rises, carrying a threat and warning.

Rong Zhi curled his lips, a hint of sneer appeared in the corner of his eyes, "If I hadn't thought it through, how could I have stepped into the Rong family's door."

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Rong Zhi stood against the light, his deep facial features were cold and indifferent, and his deep eyes were like a cold pond, carrying a magical power of absorption.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The eldest grandson of the Rong family was indeed extraordinary. Whether in appearance or aura, he had the style of Rong Sheng. He was even more powerful than him.

Compared to him, Rong Moyuan was far inferior to him in terms of that innate nobility.

Rong Moyuan still didn't stand up, his eyes were gloomy, like a dark cloud looming over the world, "Azhi, is it too late?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The surrounding air condensed instantly.

Rong Zhi and Rong Moyuan fought back and forth like invisible swords and shadows.

Swords and knives are merciless and you might get hurt at any time.

It is very important to take sides.

Rong Zhi stood upright, looking down at Rong Moyuan with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "Has the meeting started yet?"

Rong Moyuan said, "Whether it starts or not is none of your business."

As soon as the words fell, everyone held their breath.

Many people clenched their fingers.

It seems that Rong Moyuan has a better chance of winning.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi's next sentence made everyone waver again.

"Indeed, whether it starts or not has nothing to do with you. Because..." Rong Zhi paused deliberately.

Rong Moyuan's eyes darkened, and a sinister coldness emerged from his eyes, "Rong Zhi, how insolent."

The corners of Rong Zhi's cold lips curled up slightly, and the cold light in his eyes was like an ice-hardened arrow, whizzing towards everyone.

"Rong Moyuan, who is so presumptuous? The Rong family's ancestral precepts distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children. Regardless of generation, you are just a branch of the Rong family, and you are not qualified to speak to me like this."

Everyone's breathing stopped and their expressions were shocked.

Rong Zhi was right. Rong Moyuan was indeed a branch of the Rong family. If Rong Lan had not died early, Rong Sheng would not have supported him.

Although Rong Sheng had entrusted all the affairs of the Rong family to him over the years, he did not explicitly state when he died that everything in the Rong family would be handed over to him to inherit.

Everyone knew about the heir of the Rong family, but no one broke the window paper.

Now, Rong Zhi pointed it out mercilessly, which was tantamount to completely tearing that layer of window paper.

Rong Moyuan's face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to black.

Snapped--

He slammed the table in front of him, veins popping out on his forehead.

The teacup on the table fell to the ground and shattered into pieces in an instant.

The broken pieces of porcelain flashed with cold light, each piece was sharp and sharp, dazzling and cold.

There was a faint scent of tea in the air.

Rong Moyuan stood up angrily and faced Rong Zhi.

"Rong Zhi, you are too arrogant."

"I have the right to be arrogant, don't I?" Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, his smile was poisonous and extremely lethal.

Most of the people at the conference table stood up and quietly stepped aside.

Those who were still sitting were all elderly members of the Rong family.

Seeing Rong Moyuan and Rong Zhi quarreling fiercely, one of them bravely spoke up to mediate.

"Mo Yuan, Rong Zhi, calm down. Let's talk it out. We're all family."

Rong Moyuan was about to speak when Rong Zhi took the lead and said in a low voice, "What a joke. He and I are not from the same family."

"Young people are easily damaged. Ah Zhi, you can't write two characters 'Rong' with one stroke." The white-haired elder of the Rong family said in a heavy tone.

Rong Zhi glared at Rong Moyuan, his jawline set in a sharp arc. His eyes darkened, and through his teeth he forced out a sentence, "You can't write two characters for the word Rong with one stroke. Rong Moyuan, when you killed my mother, did you ever consider that you are all members of the Rong family?"

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Several elders could no longer sit still. They stood up tremblingly, their facial muscles twitching, "Rong Zhi, say it again."

"Rong Zhi!!!" Rong Moyuan shouted angrily without waiting for Rong Zhi to say anything.

"The truth lies in the loudness of the voice." Rong Zhi's lips twitched, and he sneered vaguely, "Rong Moyuan, didn't you expect this day to come so soon?"

Rong Moyuan gritted his teeth, his eyes dark and sinister, "Nonsense. It's unreasonable."

The air around him seemed to become heavy because of his anger, and the people around him unconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that they would be affected by this invisible anger.

Rong Zhi chuckled coldly, "You know exactly whether I'm talking nonsense or not." Then, he turned his gaze and landed on Rong Huian who was standing beside him, "And you, Rong Huian."

Everyone's attention instantly shifted to a middle-aged woman in her forties.

She is Rong Moyuan's half-sister.

Rong Huian's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, "I think you've gone crazy and started biting people randomly."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and his voice was cold. "Rong Hui'an, didn't my mother come to see you every night? She treated you like a real sister, but you helped Rong Moyuan kill her."

Everyone gasped.

"I didn't. You..." Rong Huian wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know how to start, so she had to ask Rong Moyuan for help.

"Rong Zhi, in order to take away everything from the Rong family, you resorted to such despicable tricks. You really deserve to be taught by Bo Yuanshan." Rong Moyuan's brows were gloomy and his eyes were sinister.

"Heh." Rong Zhi sneered, "Rong Moyuan, I'll give you a chance. Admit it honestly, and I can spare your life."

Rong Moyuan scolded angrily, "You keep saying that Hui'an and I killed your mother, where is the evidence?"

Several Rong family elders glanced at each other, their faces livid. "Azhi, everything requires evidence. You said Mo Yuan and Huian killed the young lady. Do you have any evidence?"

The others held their breath again.

Rong Zhi's gaze fell on Rong Huian's face, and he said in a low voice, "Rong Huian, the last bowl of Chinese medicine my mother drank, was it you who prepared it for her personally, right?"

Rong Huian's body stiffened and his face turned pale.

Rong Moyuan's face was gloomy, and his facial muscles twitched. "Your mother died in a car accident. It was clearly investigated back then. It's clear as day."

Rong Huian's lips trembled, and her voice trembled a little. "Yes, the accident was investigated very clearly. My uncle has confirmed it."

Several elders echoed, "Indeed. We are all witnesses."

Rong Zhi sneered, "Then you are all accomplices."

"Azhi, you..." The faces of several elders suddenly turned pale.