Rong Shang smiled, her expression calm and composed. "I'm fine."

"Qiao Sheng, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

She glanced at Yan Jie, whose sinister gaze was fixed on her, poised to strike.

Nan Qiaosheng wasn't entirely comfortable with her being with Yan Jie and didn't want to hang up, but two busy tones came through the phone.

His expression changed in that instant, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.

Nan Qiaosheng suddenly accelerated.

call.

The luxury car sped away.

...

What do you want?

The room was a complete mess.

These are traces left from searching and fighting.

Unfortunately, Yan Jie lost; he never expected to lose to a girl in her early twenties.

With a bruise on his face, Yan Jie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his sharp, wary eyes fixed on her. He said fiercely, "It's none of your business."

"Oh, really?" Rong Shang's smile vanished, and she raised her fist.

Yan Jie subconsciously raised his hand in a defensive posture.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

With a loud thud, another punch came down, and Yan Jie staggered back a few steps, crashing into the glass tea table.

Without thinking, he turned around, grabbed the ashtray on the table, and smashed it at Rong Shang.

Rong Shang saw it and immediately dodged to the side.

When he looked up again, Yan Jie had already opened the window and was wearing a parachute.

Raising an eyebrow, Rong Shang immediately took a step and chased after him.

Unfortunately, it was too late; the other person had already jumped.

The parachute opened in the air, and Yan Jie landed quickly at a height of only two stories.

At that moment, Rong Shang was looking at him from the French windows, wondering whether she should go down and confront him.

It made a squeak sound.

A sharp screech of brakes was heard, and the blinding headlights shone into the alley below. Yan Jie had been hit by a car.

Although it wasn't particularly serious, he limped when he got up.

Bang!

At that moment, the man who had hit him got out of the car, and Rong Shang only then saw Nan Qiaosheng after she had turned her gaze away from Yan Jie.

He's back.

So fast.

His eyes flashed, somewhat taken aback.

"Did he send you?" A cold, sharp voice came from the alley. Rong Shang, with one hand in her pocket, quietly received the message from outside.

When Yan Jie saw it was him, he frowned immediately, both wary and fearful.

He knew who the "he" he was talking about was.

He shook his head and denied it, "No."

"I have already been kicked out of the Nan family by the Second Master."

"Oh."

With a cold laugh, Nan Qiaosheng slowly took a long stride, her slender figure landing on the ground, her powerful aura radiating an oppressive presence.

The alley was too narrow, and the man's car was blocking the way, leaving Yan Jie with nowhere to escape.

He looked guilty, his eyes darting around.

But the man walking towards her kept closing in.

He was so nervous that his hands were sweating and he kept staggering backward.

At that moment, a cold voice came from ahead, and Nan Qiaosheng asked, "Have you found the item?"

In that instant, Yan Jie frantically shook his head, repeatedly denying, "No."

"I didn't take anything."

Moreover, it's impossible to find.

No one knows where Nan Qiaosheng put the things.

Seeing Yan Jie's confusion, Nan Qiaosheng raised his thin lips and sneered.

How do you know the item is definitely with me?

"..."

"Yan Jie, I've never seen that thing before either."

It was rare for him to speak the truth, and Yan Jie was stunned when he heard it.

He opened his mouth, "How could this be?"

You don't believe it?

Yes, nobody believes it.

Even Master Nan always believed that after the deaths of the two elders of the Nan family, the family heirloom was secretly handed over to him.