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

Rong Zhi was calm and composed, his voice low, "Perhaps even Rong Sheng was involved."

The white-haired elder was so angry that he trembled all over when he heard this. "You're getting more and more outrageous."

After a pause, he looked at Rong Moyuan, "Moyuan, it looks like we can't hold this meeting today. Let's reschedule."

The tone of his voice was soliciting, and it was obvious that he was on Rong Moyuan's side.

"Second uncle, I'm sorry." Rong Moyuan spoke to him with a somewhat respectful tone.

Everyone heard this and whispered, "Let's go."

Just as they were about to raise their feet, Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, deep as the night, "We must open this meeting today."

"Rong Zhi, we have tolerated you for so long for the sake of the old patriarch. In any case, we will not open the meeting." The white-haired elder's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Rong Moyuan followed up and said, "Second Uncle, take care."

Seeing this, everyone walked towards the door.

A deep voice came from behind.

"Rong Huian, adding sodium chloride to traditional Chinese medicine, you probably can't think of such a cruel trick."

Everyone stopped instantly, turned around and looked at Rong Huian who was stunned.

Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, and her whole body felt like she was sifting through chaff. She bit her lower lip, her face a mixture of red and white.

Rong Moyuan's expression changed, and he clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. "Rong Zhi, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."

Rong Zhi's stern face remained calm. He looked at everyone, his eyes filled with coldness. "Don't you want evidence?"

He winked at the man in black not far away.

The man in black immediately turned on the projector.

A picture soon appeared on the screen.

A bloody woman lay on the operating cart in the emergency center.

The scarlet blood is extremely bright.

Several timid members of the Rong family shuddered with fear and closed their eyes.

Rong Moyuan's pupils shrank, and his voice was filled with extreme anger, "Rong Zhi, what on earth do you want to do?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his pupils dark, "What are you panicking about?"

Rong Moyuan's heartbeat quickened, and his temples thumped twice. "Even if you dig out all the photos of the accident, so what?"

The white-haired elder glared, "Rong Zhi, are you trying to make the young lady feel unsafe?"

Rong Zhi curled his lips and said in a low voice, "It's you who won't let her have a safe place."

His eyes darkened, and his tone became much more serious. "If you have nothing to hide, then read this carefully."

Rong Moyuan stood there, his brow furrowed, as if two mountain peaks were condensed on his forehead. His deep eyes were like burning flames, blazing with anger, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets as he stared directly at Rong Zhi, who had made him so furious.

He pursed his lips tightly, his lower lip trembling slightly from the force, "Rongzhi, if you do this again, I will really be rude."

Rong Huian felt a chill on her back, so cold that she crossed her arms. She looked at Rong Moyuan and opened her mouth.

Rong Moyuan glared at her fiercely, signaling her not to act rashly.

Rong Huian bit her lips hard, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

The man in black pressed the remote again.

An autopsy report appeared on the screen.

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Everyone's attention was focused on the cause of death.

Sodium cyanide poisoning.

The five bold characters, like sharp knives, pierced everyone's eyes.

"Poisoned?"

"How could this be?"

"What exactly was the cause of the young lady's death?"

"She died in a car accident, everyone saw it, right?"

"Rong Zhi dared to release these things, it's obviously the real truth."

"But how could a wise man like the old man not find out these things?"

"If someone is deliberately covering it up, then you can't say for sure."

"Master and Second Miss, how could they do such a thing? I think Rong Zhi is unwilling to give up everything of the Rong family, so he is causing trouble."

"That's right. If that's the case, why didn't he say it when the old man was still alive? Why did he have to say it now?"

"No wonder the old man has always refused to recognize him. His father..."

Everyone whispered.

Rong Zhi's expression slightly withered, and he said coldly, "Rong Moyuan, if you tell me now, I can still spare your life."

Rong Moyuan's face darkened. "What did I say?"

Rong Zhi said coldly, "If you don't want to tell me, then keep reading."

The man in black touched the screen with his fingertips, and a woman in her sixties appeared on the screen.

When Rong Huian saw her, she covered her eyes in fear, as if she had seen a ghost.

"She... isn't she dead...?"

Rong Moyuan bit the back of his teeth and shouted angrily, "Get out of here."

When Rong Huian heard this, it was as if she had heard an amnesty order. She bit her lip and hurried to the door.

A servant of the Rong family stopped her.

"You..." Rong Huian was shocked and became more and more flustered.

"Rong Huian, you didn't expect an old woman like me to still be alive, did you?"

The hoarse voice sounded like it came from hell.

Rong Huian was so frightened that his breathing stopped, cold sweat covered his back, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Everyone was shocked as if struck by lightning, staring at the person on the screen in astonishment without blinking.

They all know this person.

The personal servant beside Rong Sheng can also be considered as his bed warmer.

Rong Moyuan's chest heaved violently, each breath akin to a storm within his chest, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the exertion, and veins bulged, like ancient tree roots winding through his skin.

The air in the hall seemed to be filled with an invisible tension, the anger that he had suppressed for so long finally erupted.

"Rong Zhi, stop playing tricks here. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Give it to me?" Rong Zhi's mouth curled up in mockery. "I'm just taking back what originally belonged to my mother. The most important thing is to make sure the person who actually killed her gets the punishment they deserve."

Rong Huian's brain was like being struck by lightning, and her mind went blank. In an instant, she fell to the cold floor.

This situation aroused everyone's suspicion.

Could it be that Rong Lan’s death was really related to her?

Rong Moyuan lowered his eyes, glared at her fiercely, and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and get up."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word coming out through gritted teeth, brimming with undeniable authority and anger. As he spoke, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, intertwining with the furrows on his forehead that were now more pronounced with anger.

The air around him seemed heavy with his anger.

Everyone's breathing was heavy and painful.

Rong Huian suddenly raised her eyes, widened them, and looked at the person on the screen, her lips turning cold, "She..."

"Master Azhi, I am guilty."

The person on the screen said something again.

The veins on both sides of Rong Moyuan's forehead bulged out, he was extremely angry. He grabbed a teacup and threw it heavily at the curtain.