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

The sudden impact caused Sang Yuwan's body to shake violently. With a "click", the phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground.

Rong Zhi instinctively reached out and held her slender waist.

"husband……"

Minglang, who was walking hurriedly, saw this scene and hurriedly stopped, turned around, and walked into the shadows.

The man in black not far away smiled.

Sang Yuwan's breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was fast, and her face was as red as fire even in the darkness of the night.

“Rong Zhi!!!”

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear the name to pieces.

Rong Zhi saw her stand firm, slowly let go, bent down and picked up the phone from the ground. He checked it and found that except for the broken protective film, there was no other problem.

He handed her the phone and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I think you did it on purpose." Sang Yuwan snatched the phone away, her tone unconsciously rising with anger and shame.

Rong Zhi's lips curved slightly, "I'll compensate you with a new phone tomorrow. Or, you can bump into me too?"

"Don't go too far." Seeing his joking tone, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but kick him.

Rong Zhi suppressed the pain and chuckled, "Are you feeling better now?"

Sang Yuwan was furious, her anger rising to the top of her head. Her eyes burned red. She averted her gaze and shouted into the darkness, "Minglang."

"Madam." Minglang walked out from the shadows with his head lowered.

Sang Yuwan ordered coldly, "Go to the hospital."

"Yes." Minglang secretly glanced at Rong Zhi behind him, and saw that his shirt was half open, and his expression froze slightly.

The second master called his wife here, indeed to "give birth to a child".

The man in black waited for them to leave before appearing in front of Rong Zhi, "Second Master, are we going back to the hospital?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him and asked, "Did Bo Yuheng do this?"

The man in black said, "There's currently no evidence to confirm it's him. Jiang Hanbo's wife died of a sudden myocardial infarction. She already had heart disease. We'll have to wait for the autopsy report to reveal the details."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and a dark aura filled the air. "This old fox. Ha."

-

Sang Yuwan came to the hospital.

Jiang Hanbo and his wife's relatives have gathered at the door of the morgue.

As soon as they saw her, they all became excited.

"It's this woman who killed Han Bo and now Meiling. We must arrest her and send her to prison."

"That's right. If it weren't for her, Han Bo wouldn't have died, and Meiling wouldn't have been in any trouble. Last time, we were fooled by her, and this time we absolutely can't let her go."

"Sang Yuwan, we will make you pay for your blood debt with blood."

A group of people quickly surrounded Sang Yuwan.

Minglang's eyes tightened and he became alert.

Liu Changqing was so scared that he was shaking all over.

Sang Yuwan put his hands in his coat pockets, looked around, and his eyes passed lightly over each person.

"There are so many people talking, so you should choose someone to talk to me."

The excited crowd stepped forward and shouted at her angrily, "Who wants to talk to you? Don't try to bribe us with money."

Sang Yuwan's expression was calm and unhurried. "Jiang Hanbo and his wife only have two immediate family members. One is Jiang Hanbo's mother, and the other is their daughter. Both are currently hospitalized. They also have a close relative, Jiang Hanbo's younger brother Jiang Meng. He is currently at the South City Police Station. You are not qualified to talk to me."

Someone said angrily, "We are all his relatives. Besides, even if they are strangers, we can still seek justice for them for the sake of justice."

Sang Yuwan glanced at her, her eyes calm. "All the relatives who usually have nothing to do with me are here today. And some of them are completely unrelated to me."

"Why do you care what kind of relatives we are? We are just standing up for justice, what's wrong with that?"

Sang Yuwan said calmly, "Of course I have to take care of this matter. If you weren't their relatives, I could sue you based on what you just said."

"Who are you trying to scare?"

"I'm not trying to scare you," Sang Yuwan sneered. "The Bo family's legal department will be here soon."

"Everyone, don't waste time talking to her. Just arrest her and go make amends to Han Bo and Mei Ling."

A group of people surrounded her tightly.

Minglang and Liu Changqing pushed one away, and another one came forward.

Some people even started to make advances towards Sang Yuwan.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "You guys attacked first, I was just defending myself."

"Don't listen to her nonsense about defense or not. Catch her quickly."

"She's just a woman, how can she be our opponent?"

"Try to touch her." Seeing the urgency of the situation, Minglang took out a dagger from his coat pocket, unsheathed it, and a cold light swept across everyone's eyes.

The timid one took a deep breath and silently took a few steps back.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and he hurriedly stopped her, "Minglang, put it away quickly."

This group of people are arrogant, and most of them have no relationship with Jiang Hanbo and his wife. It is obvious that they are being instructed by someone.

It's easy to explain if they hurt her.

If we hurt them, we will be in trouble.

She was well aware of Minglang's skills.

He was neither light nor heavy, and the dagger had no eyes.

Once you start fighting, anything can happen.

If someone dies, the nature of the matter will change.

Minglang's eyes turned red with anxiety, his gaze was fierce, and he held the dagger in his hand, "I'll see who dares to come up."

"I, Jiang Tao, am not someone who can be scared." A middle-aged man with a face full of flesh rushed up to Minglang with a fierce look in his eyes.

Minglang was about to take action when Sang Yuwan grabbed his wrist and said, "Put it away."

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched twice, and he said arrogantly, "Didn't you say it was self-defense? Come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, his greasy big fat hand attacked Sang Yuwan's chest.

boom--

A metal lighter drew a graceful arc in the air and landed heavily on his forehead.

Blood oozed out.

The middle-aged man covered his forehead in pain and roared fiercely, "Who is so bold as to hit me?"

"I."

The man's voice was like a subwoofer, making everyone's scalp numb.

Sang Yuwan didn't look back, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He arrived quite quickly.

The sound of the resounding and sharp footsteps makes people shudder.

The crowd that was blocking the way quietly made way.

Everyone retreated five steps away from Sang Yuwan.

Except for the middle-aged man who was hit on the head with a lighter.

Seeing that the crisis was over, Minglang prepared to put away the dagger.

The middle-aged man suddenly rushed towards him, grabbed his wrist and brought it to his chest.

Minglang reacted quickly, lifting his knees and thrusting his hips.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man screamed in pain, immediately let go, fell to the ground, and rolled over.

Sang Yuwan looked down at him condescendingly, a sneer on his lips, "That's strange, you're actually courting death."

The middle-aged man curled up in pain, completely speechless.

Minglang put away the dagger and prepared to put it back into his coat pocket. Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Give it to me."

"Madam, this was given to me by the second young master." Minglang said uneasily.

Rong Zhi, who was striding over, narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this.

It turned out that it was not the token of love Ming Zhan gave her.