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

Rong Zhi strode over and his eyes fell directly on Sang Yuwan's face.

"Thank you for your help, madam."

Sang Yuwan glanced at him coldly and sneered, "It doesn't matter if I get tired, but don't affect the baby in my belly."

The corners of Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched slightly, and a smile in his eyes held an inexplicable meaning. He then looked at the three men standing on the edge of the rooftop, his gaze darkening. "If you want to die, you should find a better way to die."

Without waiting for the three to say anything, he added, "Jumping from here, head on head, feet on feet, is really tragic."

The three men shuddered when they heard this.

Sang Yuwan continued, "When did Second Master become so kind as to care about how others died?"

Rong Zhi said, "After all, they were once Big Brother's right-hand men."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "They don't care about their behavior or their feelings at all."

Rong Zhi's eyes flashed with a glimmer, and he said to the three people, "Big Brother is quite bored in the underground, it would be good if you could go and keep him company."

When the three heard this, they were so angry that their bodies shook violently twice.

Sang Yuwan added, "You can just go down and ask them for their shares."

The three of them were so angry that their faces turned pale.

Rong Zhi chuckled, a hint of amusement crossing his lips, "With four of us together, we can even play mahjong."

Minglang and Xiansi looked at each other and almost laughed out loud.

Sang Yuwan said to the three of them, "Three of you, do you want to talk more? If not, I'll leave."

Rong Zhi didn't wait for the three of them to say anything, and said with a light smile, "Go down, I'll handle it."

Hearing this, the three of them hurriedly said, "Director Sang, don't leave..."

Sang Yuwan glanced over, her tone already a little impatient, "Bring the evidence over, there's still room for discussion."

The three of them exchanged glances, and the one in the middle slowly walked towards her, holding the USB drive.

Minglang immediately walked in front of Sang Yuwan, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

Rong Zhi reached out and took out a box of cigarettes, ready to take out a cigarette, but suddenly paused and silently put the cigarette back into his pocket.

Early this morning, after leaving Qinghe Garden, he went to Mingyue Village again.

Last night, Bo Qingmei attempted suicide, but was fortunately discovered by Xiao Sheng and saved.

He originally planned to secretly transfer Bo Qingmei to the capital, but after receiving Ling Zhou's call, he hurried back to the group.

The man who came over was Bo Xingzhi's college classmate and had worked at Bo's for ten years.

Rong Zhi watched him walk towards him step by step, his expression becoming more and more cold, and his deep eyes were filled with a deep chill.

"Mr. Sang, the evidence is right here. Give it to me."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly and said coldly, "Minglang, bring it here."

"Yes." Every cell in Minglang's body was on alert, his black pupils staring at the man without blinking.

He walked over and was about to reach for the USB drive when the man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms. He gritted his teeth and threw it towards Sang Yuwan.

"Madam?" Xian Si screamed in fright.

The tense atmosphere seemed to freeze, weighing heavily on everyone's heart. All around was silent, leaving only a cold silence.

Minglang was unable to stop it and could only watch as the dagger flashing with cold light stabbed towards Sang Yuwan.

Sang Yuwan's breathing stopped and her heart almost stopped beating.

Rong Zhi stretched out his arms and hugged her.

bang-

The dagger missed and fell to the ground.

The cracking sound was like thunder.

Minglang kicked the man in the heart, and he fell to the ground instantly. The veins on Minglang's forehead bulged, and he stepped on his fingers, crushing them hard.

"Ah..." the man screamed in pain.

The two men standing on the edge of the rooftop shivered, looked at each other, and hesitated whether to come down.

A police officer came over and patiently persuaded him, "If you have something to say, talk it over nicely. Why go to such extremes?"

The two men's chests heaved as they nervously defended themselves, "What he did just now has nothing to do with us. He planned all of this..."

The police officer said, "Everything will be checked out. Let's talk about it when we get down."

The two bit their lips, hesitated for a few minutes, and finally came down slowly with drooped shoulders.

The police took all three away.

Xiansi walked to Minglang, tugged at his clothes, and said softly, "Let's go."

The anger in Minglang's eyes had not completely dissipated, and a hint of worry appeared at the same time, "But, Madam..."

Xian Si lowered his voice and said, "Be a little more understanding. Okay."

Minglang was stunned, "Why am I not sensible?"

Xian Si pursed her lips, not wanting to continue explaining to him, so she grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him away.

On the rooftop, only Rong Zhi and Sang Yuwan were left.

There was an indescribable subtle atmosphere in the air, which seemed to contain some mysterious power.

It gently brushed across their cheeks, like delicate fingers gently plucking at their heartstrings. Every breath felt like a dialogue with this invisible force, leaving them feeling an inexplicable sense of peace and contentment.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows that added a touch of warmth and liveliness to the delicate air. The air was mingled with the faint fragrance of orchids and the cool aroma of pine, like nature's most sincere gift, leaving one feeling relaxed and refreshed.

Rong Zhi hugged Sang Yuwan tightly. He was tall, his body slightly bent, his chin resting on the crook of Sang Yuwan's neck. A cool, thin breath, tinged with the scent of pine, drifted past Sang Yuwan's nostrils.

Her heart skipped a beat, and ripples spread across her heart.

A breeze blew by, and the hems of their clothes were gently blown open.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding. She suddenly came to her senses and reached out to push Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi straightened up.

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and was stunned for a moment.

Rong Zhi looked at her deeply, and the meaning in his eyes made her a little confused.

There is love, care, and self-blame.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, took two steps back, and stood still, his chest heaving.

"You saved me again."

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "How do you plan to thank me, Madam?"

Sang Yuwan recalled the scene just now, and was terrified. Her eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Second Master, how do you want me to thank you?"

Rong Zhi seemed to think seriously for a moment, then curled his lips, "I just want you to believe in me."

Sang Yuwan's expression froze and her eyelids twitched heavily.

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it difficult?"

Sang Yuwan replied calmly, "It's not that difficult. It's just that I really can't see clearly what the Second Master is doing now."

Rong Zhi asked her, "You don't need to see clearly, just trust me."

Sang Yuwan leaned sideways, her profile three-dimensional and delicate. Her high nose bridge had a light shadow.

"How can I believe it if the Second Master doesn't explain it clearly?"

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "There's absolutely no possibility for Mingmei and me."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Really?"

Rong Zhi added, "From the beginning to the end, there is only one person in my heart..."

"Second Master, I'm not a young girl who has no experience in the world." A look of sarcasm appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.