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

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes, her face darkened, and she handed the phone to Xiansi, "She said I'm in a meeting and can't answer it."

Xian Si took it, took a deep breath, and smiled, "Hello, Mrs. Ming."

Sang Yuwan put on headphones and turned on the computer.

During Bo Xingzhi's funeral, a lot of work has been delayed. I have to hurry and finish it in the next few days.

Xian Si glanced at the rearview mirror and patiently explained, "My wife is currently on a multinational video conference and is unable to answer your call. If you have anything to say, I can help you convey it."

Minglang almost sneered out loud.

Xian Si glared at him fiercely.

Minglang concentrated on driving.

"Mrs. Ming, about the Fourth Miss Ming's matter... Oh, I saw it... How can Madam intervene in this matter... The cameras captured it all clearly. Even if Madam wanted to help her, I'm afraid she can't."

Xian Si looked embarrassed.

"Mrs. Ming, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say... Well, I'll say it... Madam is your niece, and Madam and Young Master Mingyi are your closest blood relatives."

"Okay... OK... Don't worry, I'll definitely tell Madam... Okay... Madam Ming, goodbye."

Xian Si waited until the other party hung up the phone before returning the phone to Sang Yuwan.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Ming Meitoming is asking for your help. She wants you to issue a statement proving that she was with you last night."

Sang Yuwan looked at the email without even blinking, and said warmly, "Wishful thinking."

Xian Si frowned and said, "It seems that the female lead of "Time Confessions" is going to be changed."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She acquired "Xinyu" with the purpose of banning Mingmei.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

If someone offends me, I will offend him.

Sang Yuwan has never been a person who swallows her anger, she always seeks revenge.

"Mingmei, just wait for me. I will return everything that happened before."

After yesterday's "thrilling" experience, Minglang was more vigilant today and drove fast and steadily.

Bo Xingzhi's unexpected death has caused unrest among the group's members, and there are many media outlets and reporters stationed outside the "Bo Group" building.

Sang Yuwan didn't want to get entangled with them, so she asked Minglang to drive the car into the underground parking lot.

"Madam, where should we park the car?" Minglang asked.

Sang Yuwan replied coldly, "Where do you usually park it?"

Minglang's heart tightened. "You are the chairman of the group now. You should park in the chairman's parking space."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched slightly.

Xian Si interrupted, "You already know everything, yet you still ask."

Minglang glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a stiff upper lip, "Isn't my wife also the CEO? Both positions are possible."

Xian Si thought about it and realized that it was right. He raised his eyebrows and said, "How about you park in the middle of the two parking spaces?"

Minglang's eyes lit up, "That's a good idea."

Sang Yuwan closed the notebook, his expression slightly stern, and said, "Stop where you left off."

Minglang was stunned.

Xian Si realized that she thought the chairman’s parking space was “dirty”.

After all, that was the place where Bo Xingzhi and Gu Jingheng visited every day.

Although Minglang didn't understand, he still obediently parked the car in the parking space reserved for the president.

Just as the three were about to get out of the car, a black Rolls-Royce came speeding towards them, its headlights glaring.

"Ma'am, don't get out of the car yet."

Minglang's eyes were bright and alert, and he immediately locked the central control.

Xiansi looked nervous, with his hair standing on end.

I'm still scared by Jiang Hanbo's crazy behavior yesterday.

Minglang stared at the oncoming vehicles without blinking, his nerves tense to the extreme.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank and his brows relaxed slightly, "Madam, this is Mr. Bo's car."

Xiansi breathed a sigh of relief.

Sang Yuwan turned her head and took a look. The frosty color on her pretty face had become much darker.

Rong Zhi came really quickly.

It seems that his talks with the producer went quite smoothly.

Minglang and Xiansi got off the car almost at the same time.

"Ma'am, please."

Minglang opened the back door.

Sang Yuwan stepped out of the car, and Xiansi came over to take the briefcase for her.

Almost at the same time, Bo Xingzhi's Rolls-Royce stopped in the chairman's special parking space.

The rear door on Sang Yuwan's side opened immediately, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes came into her sight.

Minglang subconsciously stood in front of Sang Yuwan, with his arms slightly open, in a completely protective posture.

Xian Si was stunned when he saw the person getting off the car, then said politely, "Second Master, good morning."

Rong Zhi glanced at her with a cold expression.

Seeing how indifferent he was to his subordinates, Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and she didn't even say hello to him. "Let's go."

"Yes." Xian Si followed her with a briefcase.

Minglang walked at the back, keeping his eyes and ears open.

Even though the security of the "Bo Group" is very tight, he cannot relax at all.

Because there are many people who want to pull Sang Yuwan down from her high position.

Not to mention Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan, the person in front of us can't make people relax.

Rong Zhi's eyes flickered, and he put one hand in his pocket and took a step forward. Behind him, the man in black followed.

The sound of high heels is crisp and rhythmic.

The sound of the man's leather shoes was sharp and steady.

The two sounds intertwine to create an indescribable harmony and balance.

Rong Zhi had long legs, and in just a few steps he caught up with Sang Yuwan. His eyelids drooped slightly, his dark pupils deep and silent, as he spoke softly, "Morning, Madam."

Xiansi and Minglang were stunned.

Unexpectedly, he would address Sang Yuwan as "Madam" just like them.

Logically, he should call her "sister-in-law".

Even within the group, she can be called "Chairman" or "President".

He called her "Madam", which was a bit degrading.

Sang Yuwan did not think this was respect, but rather a joke.

Rong Zhi's calling of "Madam" was really ambiguous.

She nodded slightly and said coldly, "Good morning."

A faint smile appeared on Rong Zhi's stern face. "Did you sleep well last night, Madam?"

Sang Yuwan didn't look at him and walked forward quickly, "Not bad."

Rong Zhi pointed it out calmly, "Indeed, I had a good rest. I got up at five in the morning to work."

Xiansi and Minglang were shocked and their nerves were tense.

Sang Yuwan ignored Rong Zhi's ridicule and only raised her eyes slightly to glance at him, her eyes cold and calm. "Second Master, whether I rest well or not is none of your business."

Xian Si pursed her lips, suppressing her uneasiness.

Minglang did not relax at all. He reached his left hand into his coat pocket and grabbed an exquisite and sharp dagger.

That was given to him by the second young master Ming Zhan when he left the Ming family with Sang Yuwan six years ago.

Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi's protection of Sang Yuwan has ensured that this dagger has never been unsheathed.

Rong Zhi glanced sideways, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips, "How can it have nothing to do with me? You are my..."

The cold voice poured into Sang Yuwan's ears, as if it were made of ice, piercing her heart and making it shrink.

"Second Master, respect yourself!"

Rong Zhi raised his brows slightly.

As they were talking, the group arrived at the CEO's elevator.

The two security guards stood straight. "Good morning, Chairman. Good morning, Second Master."

Sang Yuwan looked distant, "Good morning."

Rong Zhi glanced at them, his deep black eyes showing no ripples, only endless indifference and alienation.

The two security guards lowered their heads in panic.

The second master of the Bo family, who bears some resemblance to the former chairman, exudes an air of keeping strangers away, and his demeanor is as cold as a Shura from hell.

Sang Yuwan walked in carrying her Emma platinum bag and came face to face with Rong Zhi.