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

He Qiaoling's heart was stuck in her throat, her breathing was heavy and painful, and her hands were tightly clutching the blanket around her, "Master..."

Bo Yuheng gave her a cold look and said nothing.

Seeing that the second branch was about to fall, Fang Yi raised her eyebrows proudly, picked up the small white porcelain bowl and started eating.

Today’s fermented glutinous rice balls are especially delicious.

Yu Yang turned slightly and glanced at Bo Yuheng, "Yes..."

Everyone in the second house held their breath.

Fang Yi ate three small dumplings in a row. When she put the fourth one into her mouth, Yu Yang looked at Bo Hanshan and spoke in a low voice.

"It's Uncle Bo."

With a "clang", the porcelain bowl in Fang Yi's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the small glutinous rice ball in her mouth was stuck in her throat.

She almost suffocated.

Bo Hanshan was furious. "Nonsense. When did I give you the photo?"

Everyone's eyes were on Yu Yang, and he didn't look as nervous as before.

"Uncle San forgot. That day at Xiyan Lake, we played golf together. During the break, you slipped me a photo and told me to go find Wei Xiaobao. You also promised to give me 20 million after the mission was accomplished."

Everyone in the second house breathed a sigh of relief.

He Qiaoling slowly loosened her fingers and said angrily, "Third Brother, in the end, you are the ones crying thief. You are the ones with truly evil hearts. To get to the top, you didn't hesitate to drag us down with you."

Fang Yi was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at her and cursed, "He's your nephew, so of course he's on your side."

Bo Hanshan glared at Yu Yang, "Words are not enough, show me the evidence."

Yu Yang took a deep breath and said, "Uncle San, you dare to say that you didn't play golf with me that day, nor did you pull me aside to discuss things privately."

"That's not what we're talking about." Bo Hanshan retorted angrily.

Yu Yang's mouth was dry and he licked his lips. "This is what we were talking about."

Without evidence, it is impossible to tell who is lying.

Rong Zhi saw them arguing endlessly and said indifferently, "Third Uncle, it's not too late to admit it now."

"I didn't do it, so why should I admit it?" Bo Hanshan was furious.

Rong Zhi stood up again and walked in front of Yu Yang, "I'll give you a chance too."

Yu Yang's heartbeat was chaotic, and he mumbled, "I didn't lie."

Rong Zhi patted his shoulder and chuckled, "You don't have evidence. I do."

Yu Yang's breathing stagnated, and he wanted to change his words, but it was too late.

Rong Zhi winked at Minglang.

The projection was projected onto the white wall of the hall.

Golf course.

Several people are playing ball.

Everyone recognized Yu Yang, Bo Hanshan, and Bo Yuheng.

The people in the second house could no longer sit still.

He Qiaoling's face turned pale.

The bloodshot in Bo Yuheng's eyes became even more intense.

Ning Wanzhen frowned and became more wary of Rong Zhi.

He disappeared for six whole years, and as soon as he appeared, he teamed up with Sang Yuwan to kill the second and third wives.

Was this something he had planned for a long time, or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?

Yu Yang looked at the surveillance footage and instantly broke out in a cold sweat, "Second Master, I..."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "You only have one chance, and I've already given it to you."

The picture accelerated and soon stopped at the door of the VIP lounge restroom.

With a "thump", Yu Yang's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

"Yu Yang, what are you doing?" Bo Yuheng asked angrily.

Yu Yang shuddered, lowered his head, and spoke incoherently, "I... I just... lied..."

No one else heard it clearly, but Rong Zhi heard it clearly and sneered.

"Second Uncle, I'll give you a chance too."

Bo Yuheng raised his eyes, his fierce eyes were blood red, like a trapped beast.

"Rong Zhi, have you forgotten what happened six years ago?"

Only he and Rong Zhi could understand these words.

Warning. Deterrence. And a threat.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, looking down at him condescendingly, "Six years ago, I was able to escape death. I'm afraid Second Uncle will not be able to escape this time."

"You are too arrogant." Bo Yuheng picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him.

Rong Zhi took a step to the side, hitting Yu Yang's back. His body shook violently twice, "hiss..."

"Second uncle, are you going to kill to silence the witness?" Rong Zhi asked coldly.

Yu Yang felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar.

Bo Hanshan suddenly interjected, "This is Second Brother's usual trick."

When things got to this point, the two brothers completely turned against each other.

Sang Yuwan, who was sitting in the main seat, seemed a little tired. He rested his elbows on the table, supported his chin, and looked solemn.

Ning Wanzhen felt a little distressed and asked the housekeeper to bring a pillow and a blanket.

It’s still unknown how long this drama will “end” today.

She can go.

It’s not okay when Sang Yu is late.

Bo Yuheng's eyes were gloomy as he warned Rong Zhi, "You better think about it carefully."

Rong Zhi pressed the projector remote control.

The scene continues.

Yu Yang and Bo Yuheng went into the bathroom one after another.

"Find someone to send the photos to Sang Yuwan. You can decide the price yourself."

"This isn't a photo of her in bed. Will she pay for it?"

"Believe me, no matter how much you offer, she will agree."

"why?"

"Because it concerns the Ming war."

The people in the second house were completely dumbfounded.

He Qiaoling slumped in the chair.

Bo Yuheng's expression suddenly changed, and the hair on his temples turned white. He relaxed and smiled sinisterly.

"Rong Zhi, what a trick! You actually sent someone to follow me."

"I didn't send anyone to follow you." Rong Zhi glanced at Yu Yang, his eyes blazing with coldness. "He installed a surveillance camera on himself to guard against you."

When Yu Yang heard this, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, with his forehead pressed against the bluestone floor tiles.

Bo Yuheng was struck by lightning, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Bo Hanshan turned his anger into a smile and immediately added a knife, "Second brother, does your face hurt?"

Bo Yuheng shouted angrily, "Shut up right there."

Bo Hanshan turned his wheelchair and faced Sang Yuwan, "Master, you must deal with this matter seriously."

Sang Yuwan's expression was cold, "No rush."

Bo Hanshan's breathing stagnated. "The evidence is right in front of you, and you still don't believe it."

Sang Yuwan said, "This matter has come to light, and there are other things."

Bo Hanshan was stunned.

Bo Yuheng's pupils suddenly contracted, his blood pressure soared, and his breathing became increasingly unstable.

He Qiaoling's face was as pale as paper and her heart almost stopped beating.

The housekeeper brought a pillow. Sang Yuwan let go of his hand and leaned back. "Second Master, continue."

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and said quietly, "Then let's talk about Jiang Hanbo next."

Bo Hanshan's heart tightened, "Isn't he dead?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him and asked, "Uncle San, why did he die?"

Bo Hanshan frowned, "Didn't there happen to be a car accident due to rear-end collision?"

Rong Zhi asked again, "Why did he rear-end the car?"

Bo Hanshan replied, "Of course I wanted to kill Sang Yuwan."

"Why did he want to kill my sister-in-law?"

"How should I know?" Bo Hanshan's eyes began to dodge.

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, and his tone was stern, "No one knows better than you."