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

The corners of Mingmei's mouth rose slightly, outlining a gentle and confident arc, as if the little secret in her heart was quietly blooming, sharing her unknown joy with the world.

"Second brother, you just realized it?"

The rising tone of voice revealed a hint of sarcasm.

Ming Zhan was furious, like an enraged lion, emitting an uncontrollable aura of violence. His eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, his pupils constricted, and his eyes revealed an indescribable rage.

He took two deep breaths, raised his hand and slapped Mingmei.

Time stood still, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension and uneasiness.

Ming Zhan cursed, "Ming Mei, you are such a piece of shit."

A bright red palm print suddenly appeared on Mingmei's cheek. The collision of the palm and cheek brought a sudden and sharp pain, which spread rapidly across her face like a flame.

A moment of trance flashed across Mingmei's eyes, and then quickly gathered into two balls of anger and resentment. She widened her eyes and gritted her teeth, "Mingzhan, you actually hit me."

Ming Zhan's chest heaved violently. "Ming Mei, I tolerated all your bullying of Wan'er in the past. I never thought you would collude with others to bully her."

Ming Mei's cheek burned with pain after being hit. She sniffed and covered her nose with one hand, "Ming Zhan, you will pay for this slap."

Ming Zhan's face was gloomy and terrifying, his temples were throbbing, and veins on his forehead were bulging. "After I deal with Shen Yilin, I will deal with you."

Mingmei glared at him hatefully, her teeth chattering. "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to deal with Shen Yilin."

Ming Zhan's face was tense and sparks flashed in his eyes.

Mingmei bit her cheek, anger in her eyes.

The street lights on both sides were getting dimmer and dimmer.

The car drove through the endless darkness, like a lone boat sailing through a deep sea of ​​ink. The thick darkness enveloped the surroundings, with only the headlights, like two sharp swords, piercing the darkness and illuminating the blurry path a few meters ahead.

hum-

Ming Zhan's phone vibrated rapidly.

He picked it up and took a look, took two deep breaths, and tilted his head to look out the window.

"dad."

"A Zhan, where are you?"

The person who called was Mingyu.

His tone was hurried, his voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be a slight tremor in it.

Ming Zhan suppressed his emotions and whispered, "I'm outside."

The answer is vague.

Ming Yu raised his voice, "Where are you?"

Ming Zhan's chest rose and fell, and he asked him, "Dad, is there something wrong?"

Ming Yu's voice was hoarse, "Are you with Ming Mei?"

Ming Zhan's heart sank, "Yes."

Ming Yu's tone was stern and unyielding, "Come back here immediately."

Ming Zhan looked at the boundless night outside, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his eyes were filled with an overwhelming chill. "Dad, we can't come back now. If you have anything to say, tell me."

Ming Yu was furious. "Even if human lives are at stake, you must return to me immediately."

The temperature inside the car suddenly rose. The air pressure became exceptionally low. It was as if a dark cloud covered the sky, foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

Ming Zhan's voice was low and hoarse. It was like he was squeezing a few words out from between his teeth, each word like a heavy hammer, striking hard.

"Dad, I'm going to save Wan'er."

The other party fell silent for a moment.

There was a depressing and tense atmosphere in the air, and even the air around seemed to be frozen.

Mingmei, who was standing aside, had a bright and cruel smile on her face.

She slowly let go, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and took two gulps.

Ming Zhan waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Ming Yu didn't say anything, he took a deep breath and said, "Dad..."

"A Zhan, you are too reckless."

Ming Yu's hoarse voice trembled slightly.

Ming Zhan was stunned, his brows furrowed, "Father, what do you mean? Could it be that Wan'er..."

Ming Yu said, "Ming Mei is such a traitor. It seems like we can't keep her here."

Ming Zhan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Ming Mei.

Ming Yu continued, "Wan Wan and Rong Zhi went to the Nanshan Villa. But Ming Mei asked you to rescue her. Her heart is damnable."

Ming Zhan's brain buzzed and his face turned ashen in an instant.

All of a sudden, he understood everything.

Mingmei deliberately tricked him away and then informed Sang Yuwan...

Ming Zhan's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils gleaming with uncontrollable rage, like two burning flames, threatening to engulf everything around them. His lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, betraying the turmoil within him.

"Dad. I'll be right back."

He hung up the phone hastily, and the next second, he grabbed Mingmei's neck. His joints turned white from the force, and veins bulged, as if he was ready to turn this anger into a rope and strangle Mingmei to death.

"How dare you lie to me?"

Mingmei's chest felt like it was being weighed down by a huge rock. Every heartbeat became heavy and slow, accompanied by waves of indescribable pain and oppression. This oppression gradually spread throughout her body, her limbs began to weaken, her fingertips trembled slightly, and an unprecedented fear and despair quietly grew.

"Second brother...you first..."

Ming Zhan's chest heaved violently, and every breath was like a roar from deep within his lungs, causing his entire body to tremble.

"Mingmei, Dad is right. The Ming family really can't keep you."

He was furious, like an enraged lion, emitting a dangerous aura that made people dare not look directly at him, let alone approach him easily. At this moment, reason seemed to be consumed by the flames of anger.

He really wanted to strangle Mingmei to death.

Mingmei's face turned red, her vision began to blur, and the sounds around her became distant and vague, as if the whole world was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

"Second...brother..."

Ming Zhan's fingertips pierced into her flesh, and the blue veins on the back of her palm were about to burst.

Chi-

The driver in the front seat suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The two people behind them shook violently and involuntarily, then fell forward heavily. Ming Zhan's hand on Ming Mei's neck suddenly loosened, and Ming Mei subconsciously covered her neck, gasping for breath.

Ming Zhan's forehead hit the front seat heavily, making a dull sound.

He turned around and sat down, cursing at the driver.

"How do you drive?"

The person in the front driver's seat adjusted the rearview mirror, unbuckled his seat belt, and took off his hat.

"Second Young Master Ming, you are the first person who can let me, Shen Yilin, be his driver."

The eerie voice reached Ming Zhan's ears, like a loud thunderclap.

He looked forward in disbelief.

A gloomy and terrifying face suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror in front.

"Shen Yilin?" Ming Zhan's lips opened slightly, but he forgot how to close them. His breathing became rapid and shallow, and his chest rose and fell.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his palms.