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

Sang Yuwan clutched her phone tightly, quickly calmed down, and spoke slowly. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone was cold, "Shen Yilin, let Rong Zhi answer the phone."

"Hehehe..." The other party's sinister laughter was low and distorted, with an indescribable chill, as if it was an ominous sound slowly rising from the dark abyss.

"There's no need for him to pass messages between you and me."

Sang Yuwan's lips tightened, a layer of frost covering her pretty face. Anger flickered in her eyes, and her voice grew colder and deeper, "I have nothing to say to you."

The other party chuckled again, with a hint of weirdness, "Don't be so confident. Why did you think about it, why is Rong Zhi's phone in my hands?"

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, with intimidation and coldness, "Shen Yilin, who is Rong Zhi? How dare you provoke him?"

The other party smiled contemptuously, with a hint of creepiness, "It's true that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. You think he's great. In my eyes, he's nothing."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You are so shameless. It seems that you are not far from death."

The other party instantly became furious, and his roar was like thunder in a storm, suddenly tearing the quiet air apart.

"Sang Yuwan, do you dare to say it again?"

"You've brought this upon yourself, and you'll suffer the consequences. Shen Yilin, this time, I won't let you go." Sang Yuwan's delicate features were frosty, and her voice was chilling.

"What a big tone!" the other party said angrily, "Sang Yuwan, why don't you look in the mirror and see what you are like?"

Sang Yuwan's expression was cold and silent, and her voice was cold and sharp. "Shen Yilin, you are just a pawn of Mr. Shen. You know what kind of person he is better than anyone else."

"Heh." The other person's sinister smile was filled with a hint of disdain. "Sang Yuwan, don't you think about why I can attack you again and again?"

He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and spoke each word with certainty, "He hates your despicable mother even more than I do."

"Shen Yilin!!!" Sang Yuwan was furious. "Watch your mouth."

"You are all bad people, born to a bad boy." The other party's emotions were completely out of control and a little hysterical.

Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed, his eyes ablaze with rage, a deep crimson crimson etched in the corners of his eyes. The corners of his lips curved downward, forming a deep arc. His chest heaved violently twice as he spoke in a cold voice.

"Shen Yilin, go ask Mr. Shen how you got here?"

Her voice was cold and sharp, squeezed out from between clenched teeth. Every word was like a blade sharpened by anger, carrying endless mockery.

When Shen Yilin heard this, he was like an enraged lion, emitting a dangerous aura. The voice that came over was filled with raging anger.

"Sang Yuwan, just wait and collect Rong Zhi's body!"

Sang Yuwan's phone instantly became blazingly hot. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she gripped the phone even tighter. "Shen Yilin, try to move him."

Shen Yilin roared, "Do you think I dare?"

At this moment, his reason seemed to have been swallowed up by anger.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, his brows furrowed, and he took the phone away from his ear.

The next second, the call was disconnected.

She stood in front of the window, looking at the gradually darkening sky, her pupils darkened and her eye circles turned redder by the minute.

What kind of game is Rong Zhi playing?

Why did his cell phone fall into Shen Yilin's hands?

Logically speaking, both the forces behind Rong Zhi and Rong Zhi himself are stronger than Shen Yilin.

Sang Yuwan's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, forming a deep "川" character.

Xian Si knocked on the door and came in, holding a cardboard box. She hurried to Sang Yuwan and said respectfully, "Madam, Xiao Sheng just sent it over."

Sang Yuwan was slightly stunned and asked slowly, "Where are the others?"

Xian Si replied, "He's gone."

Sang Yuwan frowned, lowered her eyelids, and glanced at the box. "What's that?"

Xian Si said, "It's a bit heavy, like a small password box."

Sang Yuwan was surprised, "Did he say anything else?"

Xian Si replied, "He said that Bo Qingmei asked him to give it to you."

Sang Yuwan turned around and walked towards the sofa, "Open it."

"Yes." Xian Si responded, put the paper box on the coffee table, took the scissors and cut it open.

When the cardboard box was opened, the contents were exactly as she had guessed.

It was indeed a small metal safe.

This small lockbox, exquisite and compact, seems tailor-made for the secret keeper on the go. Its shell is made of high-quality aluminum alloy. It is wear-resistant and scratch-resistant. Most importantly, it is very suitable for carrying around.

Xiansi pressed the switch of the password box, but there was no response.

She couldn't help but frown, her tone a little nervous, "Madam, you need a password to open it. Xiao Sheng didn't tell me."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips slightly and said nothing.

Xian Si took a deep breath and said anxiously, "He shouldn't have gone far. I'll go and ask him right away."

"No need." Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened slightly and he said in a cold voice.

Xian Si was stunned for a moment. "Madam, Bo Qingmei asked him to hand the things over to you. It's obvious that she trusts you very much. This password box is carried with him. The things inside must be very important."

Sang Yuwan sat on the sofa, her back straight. Her fingers rested lightly on her chin, her index finger and thumb unconsciously rubbing against each other.

In the hospital, Bo Qingmei didn't mention a word about the password box.

Was it too late to tell her, or had she already explained it to Xiao Sheng?

Xian Si was right, Bo Qingmei trusted herself very much.

She didn't tell Xiao Sheng the password, maybe because she was worried that he would open it without permission.

Sang Yuwan's eyes were half-closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, as if they were two doors gently closed, and complex emotions rose in her eyes.

Xian Si bent down and poured her a cup of hot fruit tea, "Madam, this matter..."

hum-

The rapid vibration of her cell phone interrupted her.

Shen Qianjie called Sang Yuwan.

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, pressed the answer button, and said in a cold tone, "What's the matter?"

Shen Qianjie's tone was a little hurried, "Director Sang, how do you plan to save the Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan frowned and said in a cold tone, "Save the Second Master?"

Shen Qianjie's voice was trembling uncontrollably, deep and suppressed, as if his throat was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. "I called him, and the person who answered was Shen Yilin. I suspect he is..."

He didn't dare say the rest.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, and her voice became even colder. "Do you think Shen Yilin kidnapped Rong Zhi?"

Shen Qianjie's speech speed unconsciously increased, with each syllable barely pausing. "I can't believe it, but I heard the Second Master's voice."