He's just a traitor to his family.
Let's just ignore it.
The wind picked up outside late at night.
By then, all relatives and friends had already left.
As the assistant left, he looked back several times at Rong Shang's expression.
"President Sheng, I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."
I'm so sad.
How could this happen?
How could someone who was perfectly healthy just die in just a few days?
"I'm fine, you can go back now."
Turn around.
Rong Shang looked at the quiet mourning hall, which was still covered with white cloth.
She pursed her lips and remained silent.
At the time, she was still holding the silverware that had fallen from Sheng Linfeng's body.
The assistant watched her lonely figure from behind.
For a moment, she felt that Sheng Chang'an was also quite pitiful.
With a sigh, the assistant slung his backpack over his shoulder and said, "I'm off then, Mr. Sheng."
"..."
Afterwards, the assistant also went back.
Apart from the staff, Rong Chang was the only person left in the huge mourning hall.
She packed her clothes expressionlessly and then left the mourning hall.
Under a large tree not far away.
Feng Jue sat in the car.
When Rong Chang came out, his deep and intense gaze followed her closely.
I caught a glimpse of her slightly reddened eyes.
Feng Jue's heart clenched; he felt a pang of discomfort.
She was already preparing to leave.
But her phone, which she had tossed into her bag, suddenly rang.
Feng Jue saw her stop in front of the car.
Then she took out her phone and answered the call.
We were several meters apart at the time.
But the woman's voice still drifted in on the wind and reached his ears.
Feng Jue only found out then.
The person who called her was Han Jiahang.
This guy has been appearing in front of her frequently lately.
It seemed like he was intentionally trying to make amends with her.
Feng Jue knew that even the strongest woman has her vulnerable side.
And now is the time when she feels lonely and helpless.
Feng Jue had to be wary of Han Jiahang's appearance.
...
"Chang'an, please accept my condolences."
"If you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
"No need." Rong Shang replied coldly and was about to hang up the phone.
The man on the other end seemed to sense it.
He hurriedly called out to her, "Chang'an."
"Don't hang up yet."
"..."
Raising her hand, Rong Shang gently pinched the space between her eyebrows.
"Is there anything else?"
Bright white streetlights shone down in front of the mourning hall.
The woman's eyes showed signs of fatigue.
The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.
"Chang'an, can you give me a chance?"
"From now on, let me take care of you, okay?"
"..." Unexpectedly, Rong Shang raised her eyes and her face turned cold.
"Young Master Han is joking."
"I didn't." Han Jiahang pursed his lips, a little nervous. "Chang'an, I'm serious this time."
"Can you give me another chance?"
He asked again.
At that moment, Rong Shang felt dizzy and had no mental capacity.
She was still thinking of rejecting him.
Suddenly, I heard steady footsteps.
Rong Chang raised an eyebrow, somewhat wary.
She turned around and looked over.
A black shadow fell before our eyes.
Rong Shang's phone was suddenly snatched from her hand.
My gaze followed.
But unexpectedly, I saw Feng Jue.
A moment of frowning displeasure.
All I heard was him coldly say to the man on the phone, "Sheng Chang'an is busy."
He finished speaking.
He hung up the phone without permission.
Rong Chang glanced at it when it was thrown back.
He looked up. "What do you mean?"
"You don't understand?" He raised an eyebrow and retorted.
Rong Shang burst into laughter in anger.
But she didn't want to say anything.
He nodded and turned around.
Rong Shang opened the car door directly.
Just as I bent down to get into the car, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head.
Her head jerked, and her whole body staggered backward.
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