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

"Wait a moment."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her panic and hurriedly called out to the servant.

The servant stopped, turned around, and looked at her nervously.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and he said coldly, "Let her in."

The servant said respectfully, "Yes."

Ming Zhan couldn't help but feel puzzled, "Wan'er, do you know who she is?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head, her brows furrowed, "I don't know."

Ming Zhan said worriedly, "At this time, it's better to have less trouble than more. Besides, Shen Yilin is still in Jiangcheng. We need to be careful about everything."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "I'd like him to come, but I'm afraid he doesn't have the courage."

Ming Zhan's eyebrows wrinkled deeply, and he was worried. "Wan'er, Shen Yilin is a paranoid and cruel person. You must be careful."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and nodded silently.

The servant quickly led a thin, haggard middle-aged woman to the mourning hall.

Her eye sockets were slightly sunken, with faint dark circles visible. Her hair was piled high with white hair, making her look particularly thin and old.

When Sang Yuwan saw her, his pupils shrank and he sneered, "She's quite courageous."

Ming Zhan's expression froze. "Do you know her?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were dark, and her voice was as cold as ice. "Shen Yilin's biological mother."

Ming Zhan's eyebrows twitched, and alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart. He immediately stood in front of Sang Yuwan.

There was a barely perceptible smile on Sang Yuwan's lips, and that smile contained a bit of sarcasm and indifference.

Ming Zhan stared at the woman who came in without blinking, his eyes like a cold sharp blade.

He signaled with his eyes to the servant beside him.

Servant come here.

He whispered in her ear, "Let the bodyguards come here."

The servant understood and left quietly.

Sang Yuwan walked out slowly from behind Ming Zhan and stood side by side with him.

Ming Zhan subconsciously reached out, trying to pull her back, "Wan'er, go see Aunt Lan."

Sang Yuwan's gaze fell on the woman. His deep, cold eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, calm and serene, yet revealing a chill that could not be ignored.

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke.

"Second brother, she is here to see me."

Ming Zhan's back straightened. "I know. Wan'er, no matter what her purpose is, ignore her. Go away."

From the time Bo Xingzhi passed away till now, Shen Yilin has tried to kill Sang Yuwan several times.

He had to defend.

When they were young, he promised her that he would protect her and prevent her from any harm.

But, until now, he has not done it.

On the contrary, it was Rong Zhi who saved Sang Yuwan many times.

This time, Ming Zhan didn't want to let others do it.

Because this is the Ming family.

As the heir of the Ming family, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect everyone in the Ming family.

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in an invisible atmosphere of tension, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sang Yuwan stood still, without a trace of panic or helplessness on her face, "Second brother, it's time for Shen Yilin and I to get to know each other."

Ming Zhan's heart tightened, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Wan'er, be obedient."

Sang Yuwan watched the woman light the incense and bow three times respectfully to Ming Xiao's spirit tablet.

She curled her lips and said, "Don't worry, second brother. I know my limits."

Ming Zhan became increasingly uneasy when he saw that he couldn't persuade her.

At this time, the bodyguards came in.

The middle-aged woman shuddered involuntarily at the sound of sharp footsteps. She took two deep breaths, pursed her lips tightly, and slowly placed the incense into the incense burner.

The green smoke curled up like a piece of gauze dancing in the air, slowly rising and gathering into white clusters.

Ming Zhan looked at her and almost held his breath.

He signaled with his eyes to the servant.

Several bodyguards immediately surrounded the woman.

The woman twisted her fingers, turned sideways, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I have something to say to Madam Bo."

When Ming Zhan heard this, his thick eyebrows furrowed and he asked coldly, "What do you want with her?"

The bodyguard's tall, straight figure blocked the woman's view. She trembled slightly, as if attacked by an invisible chill.

She loosened her tightly pursed lips, revealing bloody teeth marks on her cracked lips.

"I want to apologize to Madam Bo in person. Can you please give in?"

The bodyguard had a blank expression on his face and didn't move an inch.

Ming Zhan's chest rose and fell, and his tone became more serious and sharp. "This is the funeral hall for the eldest young master of the Ming family. We are already giving you enough face by letting you in to pay your respects."

He paused and said in a cold tone, "Show him off."

The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, ready to attack her.

The woman's voice was shaking violently. "Don't touch me. I have a bomb on me."

Ming Zhan was shocked and his first reaction was to take Sang Yuwan away.

"Mrs. Bo, please don't move." The woman anticipated their reaction and spoke urgently in a hoarse voice.

Sang Yuwan didn't dodge or hesitate at all, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Shen Yilin is really a piece of shit."

The woman was silent for a moment.

The expressionless bodyguards had grim eyes and were all on edge.

The next second, a bodyguard ripped off her black coat.

Sure enough, there was a black mini bomb hanging on the woman's back, only as big as a walkie-talkie.

If it weren't for the flashing red warning light, no one would have noticed it at all.