That's one way of putting it.
After sending Feng Lingxue away from the manor.
Feng Jue still called his subordinates and ordered them to thoroughly investigate what happened tonight.
No matter who it is, anyone who dares to bully him.
He was determined to make her pay back double.
sideways.
Feng Jue picked up the red wine beside him, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.
I don't know if I held it too tightly, but when I put the cup back in its place, a crack appeared on the surface of the glass.
Then, the phone rang.
Feng Jue glanced at it and answered.
At the same time the other party opened his mouth and called out "Lord".
He asked coldly, "What is it?"
pause.
His gaze was sinister.
Feng Jue then asked, "Has the item been found?"
"Found it, found it."
I heard the people inside say that they had found the things that were lost last time.
The man's eyes lit up, and he became more alert.
Where?
He was a little anxious. "Send it over now."
"My lord, now is not the time."
He just called to let him know and put his mind at ease.
If I ask him to send it over now, I'm afraid that won't work.
"Why?" Feng Jue's face turned cold, and his tone became serious.
"Lingjiu, if my things are stolen again, I won't let you get away with it."
If it weren't for the emergency in Nanshan that day, he would never have been able to hand this thing over to Zero Nine.
Lingjiu certainly wouldn't dare.
He honestly explained where he was going and what he was going to do.
He then gave me the exact date, saying he would deliver it the night after tomorrow.
Feng Jue then stopped.
*
The next morning.
When Rong Shang came downstairs, she saw Jiang Wenhao in the living room.
Perhaps they didn't expect her to still be at home at this hour.
When Jiang Wenhao saw her, his pupils contracted, and he seemed a little nervous.
Grinning, smiling.
Rong Chang stepped forward.
She deliberately sat down opposite the man.
Good morning, Mr. Jiang.
"morning."
The other person nodded, their hands, resting on their knees, unsure of what to do.
When Mr. Sheng saw her come down, he said, "Perfect timing, I need to make a phone call."
"Chang'an, you stay here and help me entertain the literary giant."
"Okay." He smiled, a smile that held a deeper meaning.
After Mr. Sheng left.
Jiang Wenhao became even more uncomfortable.
In particular, when faced with Rong Chang's intense gaze.
His heart was pounding.
"Miss Sheng, please don't look at me like that."
"Excuse me," Jiang Wenhao looked up and smiled.
Somewhat silly.
But Rong Shang knew that all of this was a pretense.
He took the initiative to sit down, and Rong Shang warmly made him some tea.
As she handed it to him, she winked at him. "Why? Can't I just like looking at you?"
Jiang Wenhao was aroused by her, and his fingers tightened instantly.
"This, I..."
"Miss Sheng, please don't joke around."
He glanced at his watch; it was past ten o'clock.
Ready to slip away.
"Well, I have some things to take care of, so I'll head back now."
As she stood up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Jiang Wenhao was startled and quickly looked down.
When he met the woman's smiling gaze, for some reason, he felt suppressed.
This feeling is quite uncomfortable.
"Is there anything else, Miss Sheng?"
As he spoke, Jiang Wenhao broke free from her grasp.
A moment later, the woman beside him stood up.
Their eyes slowly met.
She smiled, but that dazzling smile inexplicably carried a sinister aura.
It sent a chill down his spine, giving him a feeling that there was nowhere to escape.
"Jiang Wenhao".
"..."
"You're the thief in our house, aren't you?"
She didn't say anything, like, "Did you steal my things?"
Because she was the one who found it.
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