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

Minglang's expression tightened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If he dares to install a locator, I will plant a bomb on his car."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "I just came here to have dinner with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Minglang took two steps back and took a closer look. "It's really the Maybach that the Fourth Miss was riding in yesterday."

Xian Si was surprised, "Second Master, can you tolerate this?"

Sang Yuwan glanced at her and lowered her voice, "Maybe he just likes this kind of woman who plants grass on his head. It's cool."

Xiansi almost laughed out loud.

The three of them took two steps forward and heard the sound of a car door closing behind them.

Along with it came a low, cold and magnetic voice.

"lady."

Sang Yuwan pretended not to hear and continued forward.

Xiansi followed closely.

Minglang turned his head slightly and looked at the tall figure walking towards him against the light. His brows furrowed and his eyes darkened.

The man walked very fast and caught up with them in just three or five steps.

His deep gaze casually fell on Sang Yuwan's face, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Madam, do you have an appointment?"

Xiansi and Minglang walked behind them unknowingly.

Minglang did not relax. His upright posture was slightly tense, and every cell in his body was in a state of high alert.

As long as Sang Yuwan gave the order, he would dare to take action against Rong Zhi immediately.

In his world, the master is above everything else.

Sang Yuwan chuckled softly, the meaning of which was unclear. "I have an appointment to discuss something. What's the matter, Master?"

Rong Zhi glanced sideways, "Just like my wife, let's talk about business."

The word "Madam" sounded respectful and gentle, but when it reached Sang Yuwan's ears, it made her feel a little uneasy for no reason. Her brows furrowed, and her expression became more dignified. "According to family rules, you should call me sister-in-law."

Rong Zhi's tone was flat, without any ups and downs. "In terms of age, you are much younger than me. I really can't call you 'sister-in-law'."

"Oh." Sang Yu sneered, "Didn't you call it quite smoothly at the funeral hall?"

While walking, Rong Zhi's arm rubbed against her, and it was unclear whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched, and she glanced at him sideways, widening the distance between them.

Rong Zhi seemed unaware of the touch and remained calm, "At that time, my eldest brother had not yet been buried."

Sang Yuwan hit back fiercely, "It turns out that the Second Master is also a hypocritical person."

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then said only one word, "Also?"

Sang Yuwan was annoyed and didn't want to continue entangled with him. Her pretty face tightened and she said in a more serious tone, "Call me Director Sang from now on."

Without waiting for Rong Zhi to say anything, she quickened her pace.

Xian Si quickly followed.

Minglang walked at the end and glanced at Rongzhi with a sullen face.

The warning is strong.

Rong Zhi deliberately slowed down his pace, his lips curled slightly, and his eyes were dark and unclear.

-

When Sang Yuwan walked into the reserved private room, Yang Zhao, the boss of Xinyu Media, immediately stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Sang."

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Sang Yuwan said politely.

The heating in the private room was turned on very high, so she took off her coat.

Xiansi took it and hung it on the hanger.

When Sang Yuwan saw Yang Zhao coming alone, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

For such a big thing as an acquisition, even if you don’t bring a secretary, legal personnel must come along.

Could it be that things have changed?

After sitting down, she raised the corners of her lips and said casually, "Boss Yang is just as the rumors in the industry say, he does everything personally."

Yang Zhao understood the hidden meaning immediately.

He picked up the teacup and took two sips. He forced a smile and said, "My secretary is feeling a little unwell today and has asked for leave."

"Oh? Really?" Sang Yuwan raised her eyelids and said to Xiansi, "Buy some gifts and go visit."

Xian Si responded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Mr. Sang, that's not necessary..." Yang Zhao was startled and his face changed slightly. "She just has a cold. It's not worth Mr. Sang to mobilize so many people."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were cold, and she said calmly, "From now on, she is also considered an employee of the 'Bo Group', so it's only natural for her to go and take a look."

Yang Zhao's fingertips trembled, and the tea swayed, creating ripples. "Director Sang, actually..."

knock --

There was a rhythmic knock on the door of the private room.

Yang Zhao shut up instantly.

Minglang thought it was the waiter coming to serve the dishes, so he walked over quickly and opened the door of the private room.

"why you?"

Xian Si immediately stood up and looked over, looking surprised, "Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan's fingertips holding the teacup paused slightly, and her cold eyes grew colder by the second.

Rong Zhi strode in, his eyes passing over Yang Zhao before settling on Sang Yuwan. His stern face was angular, and every line of his features seemed gentle yet contained a sharp chill.

"Second Master..." Yang Zhao put down the teacup and stood up.

Rong Zhi curled his lips and said, "Sit down."

Yang Zhao sat down again trembling with fear.

"go out."

The anger that Sang Yuwan had suppressed in her heart was almost reaching its limit. Her clear eyes were unusually cold, and a hint of red appeared under the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Sang." Yang Zhao stood up again suddenly.

Sang Yuwan paused slightly, raised her eyes, looked at Rong Zhi, and curled her lips coldly, "You. Get out."

Yang Zhao froze, not knowing whether to leave or not.

Rong Zhi's expression was calm. "I'll pass on a message and leave right after I'm done."

Sang Yuwan knew without asking who the person was who asked him to pass on the message.

Instantly, his eyes turned cold as ice. "Second Master, tell her. If she wants my help, she will have to wait until the sun rises from the west."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and stared at her deeply.

Those eyes, as dark as the night, seemed to carry a magical power that could absorb people and make them fall into it.

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled and she looked away slightly.

Rong Zhi thought for a few seconds and smiled, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan didn't expect that he agreed so readily, and couldn't help but wonder if he had dug a trap for himself again.

Rong Zhi gave her a meaningful look, then turned and walked towards the door.

When passing by Yang Zhao, he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat and his finger bones turned white.

A few minutes after Rong Zhi walked out, the waiters brought all the dishes one after another.

Sang Yuwan adjusted her mood and said to Yang Zhao, "Boss Yang, please sit down. Do these dishes suit your taste?"

Yang Zhao was so nervous that his face turned pale. He took two deep breaths and said apologetically, "Mr. Sang, I'm sorry, I can't have dinner with you today."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she jokingly said, "A widow is always surrounded by gossip. Mr. Yang, are you worried about gossip?"

"Mr. Sang, that's not what I meant..." Yang Zhao's palms were slightly wet. He swallowed and pulled the corners of his lips. "If I had considered this, I wouldn't have come here today."

"What is that?" Sang Yuwan raised her eyelids slightly.

"Alas..." Yang Zhao steeled himself and told the truth, "Let me tell you the truth. Before I came here, someone had already acquired 'New Language'."

Xian Si frowned when he heard this, "Boss Yang, we clearly talked about it on the phone, how could you go back on your word?"

Yang Zhao explained with a guilty look on his face, "The price they offered was higher than yours, and he..."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her anger and interrupted, "Which company got there first?"

Yang Zhao lowered his head, "Shen Group."

"Shen?" Sang Yuwan frowned.