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

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Just make up a lie and get away with it."

"She is not an ordinary person. I'm afraid I can't fool her."

"No matter what, you can't tell the big boss."

"What should I do?"

"Then you can say that the photo was given to you by Mr. Bo."

"Second Master Bo? Will Mr. Sang believe it?"

"It's her business whether she believes it or not. You have to stick to your word and don't let go no matter what."

"All right……"

The man hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom.

When Sang Yuwan saw him come out, she didn't say anything, her pretty face covered with frost.

The man returned to his original seat and sat down, his heart pounding. He took a sip of water and said boldly, "Director Sang, it's the Second Master..."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Come here again.

Rong Zhi is almost becoming the scapegoat.

She knew what was going on in her heart, but she pretended to be shocked. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes. "Second Master? Are you talking about Rong Zhi?"

"Yes...it's him..." The other party stuttered, his voice trembling.

Sang Yuwan stared at him, her starry eyes were clear and bright, yet filled with a suffocating dark color.

"It's really him."

The tone of the statement clearly contained doubt.

The other party felt guilty and lowered his head.

Sang Yuwan curled her lips and put the documents into her briefcase. She stood up and looked down at him. "I hope this will be the only time we can work together."

The other person also stood up, licked his dry lips, and smiled awkwardly.

Sang Yuwan took a step forward and said, "You can go now."

"Yes..." The other person nodded, bent down, and followed her.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. In the blink of an eye, he got 80 million.

The big boss was right. As long as it involved the Second Young Master Ming, Mrs. Bo would do everything she could to help him.

The two walked out of the private room one after the other.

The private room is at the very back of the restaurant, and if you want to get out, you can only go through the aisle in front.

Sang Yuwan's steps were not fast, but they were quite sharp.

The people following behind walked very carefully.

"Second Master, let's play something else..."

The charming female voice reached Sang Yuwan's ears again, and she stopped immediately.

The person walking behind her with his head down almost bumped into her.

"Mr. Sang, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

Sang Yuwan's expression suddenly changed, and she scolded him harshly, "You didn't mean to do that, did you do it on purpose?"

"I... I didn't mean it..." The person behind was trembling with fear.

"Then what do you mean?" Sang Yuwan became more and more angry, and her tone became higher.

"Mr. Sang...I don't mean anything."

Just as Sang Yuwan was about to speak again, the door of the private room opened and a stern figure appeared in front of them.

"Madam is very angry."

Sang Yuwan glanced sideways, the corner of her mouth curled slightly, "I'm sorry to disturb the Second Master's elegance."

The person behind him suddenly looked up and saw the man standing in front of him. He was so scared that he almost knelt down, "Second Master Bo?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him disdainfully, then returned his gaze to Sang Yuwan's face, "What did he do to you?"

The people behind looked around and found that there was no way to escape, so they clenched their fingers and lowered their heads even more.

Sang Yuwan raised the corner of her lips in a sarcastic arc, "Second Master, stop pretending, he has confessed everything."

Rong Zhi chuckled, "What did he say?"

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "There's a hero saving a beautiful woman in front, and then there's a thief crying 'stop thief' in the back. Ha."

"Who is the thief?"

A surprised female voice came from behind them.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, his back straightened, and a chill emanated from his whole body.

The air in the aisle instantly condensed.

Seeing that no one responded to her, Mingmei raised her eyebrows and smiled widely, "Sister Wan, what a coincidence."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "If I had known you were coming here, I would have booked somewhere else."

Rong Zhi felt a little sour after listening to it.

Mingmei said, "Sister Wan, what are you doing..."

She looked at the man behind Sang Yuwan and couldn't help but frown, "Sister Wan, why don't you bring a bodyguard with you when you go out? Where's Minglang?"

Sang Yuwan glanced at her and said, "It's not your turn to interfere with what I'm doing."

Mingmei only felt a chill on the back of her neck.

In these six years, Sang Yuwan has changed more and more.

She was no longer the orphan who allowed herself to be bullied.

Mingmei pursed her lips, her eyes slightly red, and said aggrievedly, "Second Master, since Sister Wan has said so, let's go in."

Rong Zhi glanced at her sideways, and uttered a word from his thin lips, "Get lost."

Mingmei's heart skipped a beat, her face turned pale, and her ears turned red.

She glanced at Sang Yuwan, gritted her teeth, and turned around angrily.

Mingmei entered the private room, took her bag, and left in her high heels.

From beginning to end, Rong Zhi never looked at her again.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Second Master is really ruthless to women."

Rong Zhi remained calm and lowered his voice, "Except the madam."

He spoke softly so that only the two of them could hear it.

Sang Yuwan's face darkened, and anger filled her eyes. "If you say something like that again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

The people behind were eager to find a place to hide.

Sang Yuwan turned her head and looked at him, "Say what you just said to me again in front of the Second Master."

The other party didn't dare to say anything. He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed heavily.

"Mr. Sang, please forgive me..."

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes, looking down at him as if she were an ant. "It's okay if you don't say anything. I recorded it all."

"Mr. Sang, you..."

The other person's face turned pale and he almost had a heart attack.

Rong Zhi glanced at him coldly and asked Sang Yuwan, "Am I taking the blame again?"

Sang Yuwan ignored him, picked up her pace and walked forward.

Rong Zhi quickly followed.

The person kneeling on the ground was covered in cold sweat.

-

Sang Yuwan arrived at the restaurant parking lot and was about to get in the car when Rong Zhi opened the door on the other side and got in.

"Second Master, is your car over there?" Sang Yuwan gritted his teeth.

Rong Zhi leaned back and replied, "You've been drinking, so you can't drive."

Sang Yuwan said angrily, "Give me the car keys."

Rong Zhi twitched his lips and said, "Brother's car, do you want to drive it?"

Sang Yuwan's heart felt like it was being rubbed by millions of grains of sand, hard and cold, making her extremely irritated.

She glanced at the car not far away and saw that it was indeed the Jiang A car.

She felt that Bo Xingzhi's belongings were dirty at the first sight.

With anger in her eyes, she got into her car.

When Rong Zhi saw her get into the car, a cunning light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

Sang Yuwan's new car has more space than the previous one.

There was a distance of one and a half body lengths between the two of them.

Minglang started the car.

Sang Yuwan sat down and sneered, "Second Master, do you have any special hobbies? You like to pick up things that Master Bo used so much."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, put his hands behind his head, and a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows. "I only like you."

Chi-

Minglang stepped on the brakes.

Caught off guard, Sang Yuwan fell into Rong Zhi's arms.