Chapter 164 He followed all the way, just for this.

The boy, about eleven or twelve years old, had disheveled hair and wide, amber eyes. He tilted his head back, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"They're all afraid of you, but I'm not."

Rong Zhi pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Then he took out a lighter.

"Rong Moyuan made you do it, didn't he?"

The little boy's gaze paused noticeably, and he gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging.

Rong Zhi lit a cigarette, took a shallow drag, and wisps of white smoke enveloped his cold and stern face.

The man in black walked to the office door, stood straight, and turned his back to them.

The dean, still shaken, returned and, seeing the scene, felt a pang of anxiety and quickly turned to leave.

Rong Zhi took a few puffs of his cigarette, and the smell became even stronger.

"Cough cough cough..." The little boy couldn't help but cough.

Rong Zhi flicked his cigarette ash gracefully and said casually, "I can rescue your mother from Rong Moyuan's clutches."

The little boy froze, his gaze fixed.

Rong Zhi smoked a cigarette, his sharply defined features seemingly veiled by a thin layer of gauze. "What does he still need you for?"

The little boy's heart raced, and his gaze turned fierce again. "Let me go."

"Letting you go is simple. Just answer my questions honestly." Rong Zhi continued smoking, his tone unhurried.

The little boy began to struggle again, and the veins on his neck bulged out, looking rather frightening.

Rong Zhi calmly smoked his cigarette, looking down at him disdainfully, "Once you finish this cigarette, you won't have any other choice."

The little boy bit his lip, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly.

Rong Zhi waited patiently for him to make a decision.

In the little boy's eyes, the scarlet fireworks flickered on and off.

The air in the office was filled with the smell of nicotine.

Rong Zhi threw away the cigarette butt and stubbed it out with the tip of his shoe. Then he prepared to get up.

The little boy's pupils widened, and his expression gradually became panicked.

After a few seconds, Rong Zhi said to the man in black, "Send him back to the capital."

"Yes." The man in black who had been guarding the door turned around, strode over to the little boy, and reached out to untie the ropes binding him.

Rong Zhi looked down at him and said, "Yan Xiaoliu, tell Rong Moyuan that if he wants to touch my people, he should first consider his own strength."

The little boy became even more flustered when he heard the man call his name. He opened his mouth, "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black stopped what he was doing.

Rong Zhi stared at the little boy for a few seconds, his expression hardening, and he said coldly, "Tell me honestly, what else did Rong Moyuan ask you to do?"

He then signaled to the man in black to untie the little boy.

The little boy's legs were stiff and painful, and his body swayed.

The man in black grabbed his arm.

He struggled free. Looking up at Rong Zhi, he asked, "Can you really save my mother?"

"Of course." Rong Zhi smiled.

A layer of sweat appeared on the little boy's dark face. "What if you can't do it?"

Rong Zhi parted his thin lips slightly, "That's impossible."

The man in black interjected, "Second Master's abilities are far beyond what Rong Moyuan can match."

The little boy's eyes were red with anger. He took a deep breath, his lips covered with sharp teeth marks. "He wants me to find a way to get rid of Mrs. Bo's baby."

This answer was exactly what Rong Zhi expected. He didn't show the slightest surprise, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "I understand."

He paused, then said to the man in black, "Arrange a separate dormitory for him. Also, find him a tutor to give him one-on-one lessons."

The man in black lowered his head. "Yes."

The little boy's heart sank, and he said unhappily, "I don't want the teacher to give me lessons."

Rong Zhi's tone became more serious, "There's no room for discussion on this."

The little boy gritted his teeth in anger.

Rong Zhi stepped out.

Just as he was about to get into the car, the dean rushed over in a panic, "Second Master, please wait."

Rong Zhi turned around and said coldly, "Is there anything else?"

The dean took a few deep breaths and said tremblingly, "Second Master, what happened today was my fault. Please, Second Master, for the sake of having lived here before, plead with Madam Bo on behalf of the children, beg her..."

Rong Zhi's deep, dark eyes were filled with frost, devoid of any warmth. "The Dean is worried that the Bo family will stop donating in the future."

The dean's eyes reddened, and his legs felt unusually heavy and sore. "All the mistakes are my fault, and have nothing to do with the children."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "Let's talk after we've checked the accounts."

The dean was startled and almost knelt down.

Rong Zhi drove away himself.

The dean's vision went black, and he collapsed.

-

Upon returning to the group, Rong Zhi immediately summoned the finance director to his office.

The audit of the welfare home's accounts was quickly submitted to Sang Yuwan.

She approved it directly.

"To be implemented immediately."

10 PM.

Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi left the Bo Group one after the other.

Rong Zhi's car followed Sang Yuwan's car at a safe distance.

Minglang noticed, but he remained silent.

After getting on the train that evening, Sang Yu closed her eyes to rest. I don't know if she noticed.

It wasn't until the car entered Qinghe Garden that Minglang added, "Madam, the Second Master has been following us the whole time."

Sang Yuwan glanced out the window; the headlights from the car behind were somewhat dazzling. She couldn't help but frown.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Minglang didn't dare to say anything more.

As the car pulled into the garage, Sang Yuwan unbuckled her seatbelt and asked coldly, "What did Second Master do about the orphanage?"

Minglang, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head and said, "Second Master arranged a separate dormitory for that little boy and even hired a special teacher for him."

Sang Yuwan's expression was cold. "As expected, today's events are related to Rong Moyuan."

Minglang asked, puzzled, "How can you be so sure, Madam, that it was definitely him who did it?"

Sang Yuwan opened the car door, "If it was Shen Yilin who did it, Second Master would have already taken that child to cause trouble for the Shen family."

Minglang suddenly realized, "What you say is true, Madam."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and entered the villa.

Minglang pressed a button on the remote control, and the garage door slowly descended.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell rang.

Minglang glanced at the chat box.

The person standing at the door was none other than Rong Zhi.

He dared not act on his own and hurried upstairs. “Madam, it seems that the Second Master wants to see you.”

Sang Yuwan frowned. "What could possibly be wrong with him?"

Minglang pursed his lips. "I told him to leave immediately."

Sang Yuwan didn't say anything and went to the washroom by herself.

Silence is a form of refusal.

Minglang quickly went downstairs and arrived at the villa entrance. "Second Master, Madam is getting ready to rest. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Rong Zhi said calmly, "Give this to her."

Minglang took the file bag he handed over, and his mood suddenly lightened considerably.

Rong Zhi didn't say another word and turned to leave.

Minglang stared at the file folder, stunned for a few seconds. "He followed me all this way, just for this?"