Sang Yuwan gripped her phone tightly, quickly calming herself before speaking slowly. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her tone was cold, "Shen Yilin, let Rong Zhi answer the phone."
"Hehehe..." The other party's sinister laughter was low and twisted, carrying an indescribable chill, as if it were an ominous sound slowly rising from a dark abyss.
"There's no need for him to relay messages between us."
Sang Yuwan's lips tightened, and her pretty face turned frosty. Two balls of anger flickered in her eyes, and her voice grew colder and deeper, "I have nothing to say to you."
The other person let out another low chuckle, tinged with an eerie tone, "Don't speak so confidently. Don't you think about why Rong Zhi's phone is in my hands?"
Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes, carrying a sense of intimidation and sternness. "Shen Yilin, what kind of status does Rong Zhi have that you dare to provoke?"
The other person smiled dismissively, with a hint of dread, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You think he's amazing. In my eyes, he's nothing."
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. "Such arrogance, it seems you're not far from death."
The other party instantly flew into a rage, his roar like thunder in a storm, suddenly tearing apart the tranquil air.
"Sang Yuwan, do you dare say that again?"
"You reap what you sow. Shen Yilin, this time, I will not let you go." Sang Yuwan's delicate features were frosty, and her voice was chilling.
"Such arrogance!" the other person retorted angrily. "Sang Yuwan, don't you even look in the mirror and see what you really are?"
Sang Yuwan's expression was cold and indifferent, her voice deep and sharp, "Shen Yilin, you are nothing more than a pawn of Old Master Shen. You know better than anyone what kind of person he is."
"Heh." The other party's sinister laugh was filled with a hint of disdain. "Sang Yuwan, don't you think about why I can keep trying to harm you again and again?"
He paused slightly, took a deep breath, and said, slowly and deliberately, "He hates your despicable mother more than I do."
"Shen Yilin!!!" Sang Yuwan roared in anger, "Watch your mouth!"
"A vile woman gave birth to a vile daughter, you are all no good." The other person completely lost control of their emotions and became somewhat hysterical.
Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed, her eyes seemingly ablaze with rage, a deep crimson tinge appearing at the corners. Her lips pressed down, forming a deep curve. Her chest heaved violently twice before she spoke in a cold voice.
"Shen Yilin, go ask Old Master Shen how you got here?"
Her voice, cold and sharp, was forced out from between her clenched teeth. Every word was like a blade honed by anger, carrying endless mockery.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yilin was like an enraged lion, radiating a dangerous aura. The voice that came through was filled with raging anger.
"Sang Yuwan, you just wait to collect Rong Zhi's corpse!"
Sang Yuwan's phone instantly became scalding hot. Her eyelashes trembled, and she gripped the phone even tighter. "Shen Yilin, try touching him."
Shen Yilin roared, "You'll see if I dare!"
At this moment, his reason seemed to have been consumed by rage.
Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, her brows furrowed, as she removed the phone from her ear.
The call was abruptly ended the next second.
She stood by the window, watching the light of day gradually dim, her pupils dark and her eyes reddening inch by inch.
What kind of game is Rong Zhi playing?
Why did his phone end up in Shen Yilin's hands?
Logically speaking, both Rong Zhi's backing and his own strength should be greater than Shen Yilin's.
Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed more and more tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) character.
Xian Si knocked and entered, carrying a cardboard box. She hurried to Sang Yuwan and said respectfully, "Madam, Xiao Sheng just delivered this."
Sang Yuwan's expression faltered slightly before she slowly asked, "Where is he?"
Strings replied, "They've already left."
Sang Yuwan frowned, her eyelids slightly lowered, and glanced at the box. "What is this?"
"It's a bit heavy," Xian Si said. "It looks like a small combination lock."
Sang Yuwan asked in surprise, "Did he say anything else?"
"He said Bo Qingmei asked him to give this to you," Xian Si replied.
Sang Yuwan turned around and walked towards the sofa. "Open it."
"Yes," Xian Si replied, placing the cardboard box on the coffee table, picking up the scissors, and cutting it open.
When she opened the box, the contents were exactly as she had guessed.
It is indeed a small metal combination lock box.
This small combination lock case is exquisite and compact, seemingly tailor-made for secret guardians on the go. Its outer shell is made of high-quality aluminum alloy, making it wear-resistant and scratch-resistant. More importantly, it's perfect for carrying around.
Strings pressed the switch on the combination lock, but there was no response.
She frowned, her tone tense, "Madam, a password is required to open it. Xiao Sheng didn't tell me."
Sang Yuwan pursed her thin lips and remained silent.
Xiansi took a deep breath and said uneasily, "He shouldn't have gone far. I'll go and find out right away."
"No need," Sang Yuwan said coldly, her gaze darkening slightly.
Xian Si paused for a moment, "Madam, Bo Qingmei had him give you the item, which shows she trusts you a lot. This combination lock box is something she always carries with her. The contents inside must be very important."
Sang Yuwan sat on the sofa, her back straight. Her fingers rested lightly on her chin, her index finger and thumb unconsciously rubbing together.
At the hospital, Bo Qingmei didn't mention the combination lock box at all.
Was it because she didn't have time to say it, or had she already made arrangements with Xiao Sheng?
Xiansi was right; Bo Qingmei trusted him completely.
She didn't tell Xiao Sheng the password; was she worried he would open it without permission?
Sang Yuwan's eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyelids, like two gently closing doors, and complex emotions rose in her eyes.
Xiansi bent down and poured her a cup of hot fruit tea. "Madam, about this matter..."
Buzz—
The sudden vibration of her phone interrupted her.
Shen Qianjie called Sang Yuwan.
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, pressed the answer button, and asked in a somewhat cold tone, "What is it?"
Shen Qianjie's tone was somewhat urgent, "Chairman Sang, how do you plan to save Second Master?"
Sang Yuwan frowned, her tone cold, "Save Second Master?"
Shen Qianjie's voice trembled uncontrollably, low and suppressed, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat. "I called him, and the person who answered was Shen Yilin. I suspect him, is it..."
He dared not say what came next.
Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, and her voice grew even colder, "You think Shen Yilin kidnapped Rong Zhi?"
Shen Qianjie's speech quickened unconsciously, with almost no pauses between each syllable, "I can hardly believe it, but I heard Second Master's voice."
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