Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes, her expression darkening, and handed the phone to Xian Si, saying, "Tell them I'm in a meeting and can't answer."
Xian Si took it, took a deep breath, and smiled, "Hello, Mrs. Ming."
Sang Yuwan put on her headphones and turned on her computer.
During Bo Xingzhi's funeral, a lot of work has fallen behind schedule. We need to catch up in the next few days.
Xiansi glanced at the rearview mirror and patiently explained, "Madam is currently in an international video conference and cannot answer your call. If there's anything you need, I can pass it on for you."
Minglang almost burst out laughing.
Xiansi glared at him fiercely.
Minglang focused on driving.
“Mrs. Ming, about Miss Ming's matter... Oh, I saw it... How can you, Madam, get involved in this... The security cameras captured everything clearly. Even if you wanted to help her, I'm afraid you couldn't.”
Xiansi looked troubled.
“Mrs. Ming, there’s something I don’t know whether I should say or not… But I will say it anyway… Madam is your real niece, and Madam and Young Master Ming are the blood relatives.”
"Okay...don't worry, I will definitely pass on the message to Madam...okay...Goodbye, Mrs. Ming."
Xiansi waited until the other party hung up before returning the phone to Sang Yuwan.
"Madam, Mingmei asked Mrs. Ming to ask for your help. She wants you to issue a statement proving that she was with you last night."
Sang Yuwan glanced at the email without even lifting her eyelids, and said coolly, "Wishful thinking."
Xian Si frowned and said, "It seems that the female lead for 'Confessions of Time' will be changed."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile.
Her acquisition of "New Language" was aimed at suppressing Mingmei.
I will not offend others unless they offend me.
If someone offends me, I will retaliate.
Sang Yuwan was never one to swallow her anger; she always held a grudge and sought revenge.
"Mingmei, you just wait. I will make you pay for everything that happened before."
After yesterday's "thrill," Minglang was even more vigilant today, driving fast and steadily.
Bo Xingzhi's unexpected death has caused unrest within the group, and many media outlets and reporters are still staking out the "Bo Group" building.
Sang Yuwan didn't want to get entangled with them, so she had Minglang drive the car into the underground parking lot.
"Madam, where should we park the car?" Minglang asked.
Sang Yuwan replied coldly, "Where do you usually park?"
Minglang's heart tightened. "You are now the chairman of the group, so you should be parking in the chairman's reserved parking space."
Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched slightly.
Xiansi interjected, "You already know, why are you asking?"
Minglang glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a forced smile, "Doesn't Madam also serve as the CEO? She can take on both positions."
After thinking about it for a moment, she realized it made sense. She raised an eyebrow and said, "How about you park between the two parking spaces?"
His bright eyes lit up. "That's a good idea."
Sang Yuwan closed her notebook, her expression slightly stern. "Stop it where it was before."
Minglang was taken aback.
Xiansi realized that she thought the chairman's parking space was "dirty".
After all, that was a place that Bo Xingzhi and Gu Jingheng frequented every day.
Although Minglang didn't understand, he still obediently parked the car in the president's reserved parking space.
Just as the three were about to get out of the car, a black Rolls-Royce sped up. Its headlights were dazzlingly bright.
"Madam, please don't get out of the car yet."
His bright eyes were alert, and he immediately locked the central control.
Xian Si looked nervous, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
I still feel lingering fear after Jiang Hanbo's crazy actions yesterday.
Minglang stared intently at the oncoming vehicle, his nerves on edge.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and his brows relaxed slightly. "Madam, it's Master Bo's car."
Strings breathed a sigh of relief.
Sang Yuwan turned her head to look at him, and the frost on her pretty face had deepened considerably.
Rong Zhi arrived really quickly.
It seems that his conversation with the producer went quite smoothly.
Minglang and Xiansi got off the train almost simultaneously.
"Madam, please."
Minglang opened the back door.
Sang Yuwan stepped out of the car, and Xiansi came over to take her briefcase.
Almost simultaneously, Bo Xingzhi's Rolls-Royce pulled up in the chairman's reserved parking space.
The rear door on the side closest to Sang Yuwan immediately opened, revealing gleaming black leather shoes.
Minglang subconsciously stood in front of Sang Yuwan, his arms slightly outstretched in a completely protective posture.
When Xian Si saw the person getting out of the car, he was stunned for a moment, and then said politely, "Second Master, good morning."
Rong Zhi glanced at her, his expression aloof.
Seeing his coldness towards his subordinates, Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and without even saying goodbye, she said, "Let's go."
"Yes." Xiansi carried his briefcase and followed behind her.
Minglang walked at the very back, keeping a watchful eye on everything around him.
Even though the security of the "Bo Group" is very tight, he cannot relax in the slightest.
There are quite a few people who want to bring Sang Yuwan down from her high position.
Putting aside Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan, the person in front of us alone is not someone to be taken lightly.
A glint flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes. He put one hand in his pocket and took a step forward. Behind him followed the man in black.
The sound of high heels was crisp and rhythmic.
The sound of the man's leather shoes was sharp and steady.
The two sounds intertwined, creating an indescribable harmony and balance.
Rong Zhi, with his long legs, caught up with Sang Yuwan in just a few steps. His eyelids were slightly lowered, his dark eyes deep and still, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Good morning, Madam."
Xiansi and Minglang were taken aback.
Unexpectedly, he would address Sang Yuwan as "Madam" just like they did.
Logically, he should call her "sister-in-law".
Even within the group, she can be addressed as "Chairwoman" or "President".
He called her "Madam," which was somewhat beneath his status.
Sang Yuwan did not see this as respect, but rather as mockery.
Rong Zhi's use of "Madam" was truly ambiguous.
She nodded slightly and said in a cold voice, "Good morning."
A faint smile appeared on Rong Zhi's cold face. "Did you sleep well last night, Madam?"
Sang Yuwan didn't look at him and walked quickly forward, saying, "It's alright."
Rong Zhi calmly exposed her, "You did get a good rest, getting up to work at five in the morning."
Xiansi and Minglang were startled, and their nerves tensed up.
Sang Yuwan ignored Rong Zhi's sarcasm, only slightly raising her eyes to glance at him, her gaze cold and unwavering, "Second Master, whether I rest well or not has nothing to do with you."
Xian Si pursed her lips, suppressing her unease.
Minglang did not relax in the slightest. He reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and grasped a delicate and sharp dagger.
It was given to him by the second young master, Ming Zhan, six years ago when he left the Ming family with Sang Yuwan.
Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi's protection of Sang Yuwan has kept this dagger from ever being drawn.
Rong Zhi glanced sideways, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How could it be unrelated to me? You are my..."
The cold voice, as it entered Sang Yuwan's ears, seemed to be chilled by ice, making her heart clench.
"Second Master, please have some self-respect!"
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly.
As they spoke, the group arrived at the president's elevator.
Two security guards stood ramrod straight. "Good morning, Chairman. Good morning, Second Master."
Sang Yuwan's expression was distant as she replied, "Good morning."
Rong Zhi glanced at them, his deep, dark eyes showing no emotion, only endless indifference and aloofness.
The two security guards hurriedly lowered their heads.
The second master of the Bo family, who bears a resemblance to the former chairman, exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay, his demeanor as cold and ruthless as a demon from hell.
Sang Yuwan walked in carrying a Hermes Birkin bag and faced Rong Zhi.
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