When Rong Shang got off work in the evening, she watched as Xiao Yao received her salary and ran out crying.

She didn't leave; she was still standing in front of the water dispenser next to the front desk.

I don't know how long we waited, but the lights in the hall went out.

The old man, who was about to close the door, turned around and called out to her, "Xiaoyu, it's time to go home after work. What are you doing?"

It's so cold outside, why don't you hurry home, have dinner, and rest?

Rong Shang glanced at the old man and chuckled, "Sir, why don't you go ahead? I'll help you close the door later."

"What do you want to do?" the old man suddenly asked warily.

Rong Shang saw through his thoughts, and she waved her hand to explain, "I just have something to discuss with the boss."

The gaze should be as sincere as possible.

The old man thought about it seriously for a moment and nodded, "Alright, then remember to tell the boss."

He came over and handed her the keys, saying, "I'll head back now."

"Okay, okay." Rong Shang took the keys, her eyes still smiling. "Please take your time."

Now everyone's gone.

She was the only one left in the huge taekwondo gym... and he was in his office.

Looking back at the quiet office behind her, Rong Shang pursed her lips and remained silent.

She took the keys and went to the front to close the door.

Suddenly, a car with its headlights blaring came from the intersection. Rong Shang glanced at it and recognized the man in the passenger seat as Yan Jie, who had come by earlier that day.

Feeling something was amiss, I was about to run to the office to inform Nan Qiaosheng.

Before she could even turn around, a cold hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered her mouth before she could react.

Rong Shang frowned. If it weren't for the familiar scent she smelled, she would have already pinned the other person to the ground.

"South--"

"Shh, don't speak." A slightly cold voice came from beside her ear. Rong Shang turned her head slightly and only saw the man's handsome jawline.

At this moment, the intense light was already shining on the glass door.

Yan Jie and his group will be arriving soon.

At this critical moment, Nan Qiaosheng suddenly led her to the stairwell on the right.

It made a sharp squeak.

The sound of the car braking came right from the doorway.

"The door is still open. Quick, go in and take another look."

He truly deserves to be the most capable assistant trained by the Nan family.

Yan Jie also realized that Nan Qiaosheng had returned.

As he and his men got out of the car and surrounded the entire Taekwondo gym, Nan Qiaosheng had already taken Rong Shang upstairs.

So when Yan Jie and his group burst in from outside, they found nothing again.

"Boss, the young master isn't inside."

The subordinate reported that the room was empty.

Yan Jie frowned, his expression turning cold. "Have you searched thoroughly?"

That's impossible.

He clearly saw a woman at the door while he was in the car.

"We searched thoroughly, but there wasn't a single person there."

"..."

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

Yan Jie's sharp gaze swept around the room, finally finding the stairwell. He raised his hand and said loudly, "Come upstairs with me."

"yes."

*

Who is it?

He knew perfectly well that the people below were all subordinates of the Nan family.

But now that the man was standing behind her, Rong Shang turned around and glanced at him, and couldn't help but tease him.

"Boss, are you being chased?"

"..."

The man pursed his lips, glanced at her with his eyes lowered, and said nothing.

At this moment, a soft light shone through the window.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Rong Shang felt that the man in front of her gave her a different feeling than before.