After finally sending his ancestors away, Song Xiang felt that half of his life was gone.
She did not doubt Yan Han's words at all, and obediently greeted her colleagues outside. She did not go in to see Rong Boye, but she ordered Ding Fan to bring in all the good tea and snacks she had prepared.
There were so many media on site that nothing could go wrong.
The ceremony is basically over and it's time to breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Xiang stood in the mobile room and chatted with others.
Suddenly, a loud noise seemed to come from the innermost part.
Everyone looked at each other in silence for a while, but found nothing strange.
Song Xiang felt something was wrong, so she quietly withdrew from the crowd and went to the innermost room.
I didn't have time to knock on the door, so I went straight in.
When I looked up, I was immediately frightened.
The roof and wall of the mobile home separated, and a corner collapsed.
Rong Boye was still sitting on the chair, with Rong Zhe standing behind him, making no movement at all.
"Mr. Rong, come out quickly!"
Song Xiang ignored the media and hurried in to recruit people.
Compared to her, Rong Boye was calm, but the dust falling on the room caused him to cough continuously.
People outside didn't know what was going on. When they saw Rong Boye coming out, they all watched carefully, waiting for the opportunity to come forward. However, there were too many bodyguards from the Rong family and no one could get close.
Song Xiang's heart was pounding, and she protected Rong Boye into the car. She bent down and stood by the car, carefully apologizing.
"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry for frightening you."
Rong Boye looked calm and said: "I won't be frightened."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and asked, "Why didn't you come out immediately?"
Rong Boye looked at her, "Aren't there a lot of media outside?"
Song Xiang was startled. She didn't expect that he was considering her situation. The accident just now was not big or small. Although it didn't hurt anyone, it was enough to cause a lot of speculation.
"Thanks."
"Go back." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang nodded, took half a step back, and carefully closed the car door.
A row of black cars slowly passed by.
When the car completely disappeared from sight, Song Xiang turned around and went back.
They exchanged pleasantries quietly and asked Ding Fan to check quietly to avoid any mistakes.
"Mr. Song, the workers went to see it. It's probably not man-made, it's an accident."
Song Xiang didn't believe there was such a coincidence, but he couldn't find out for a while. The mobile home was built temporarily, and the people who handled it were naturally mixed.
"Do you want to come to apologize again?" Ding Fan asked.
Song Xiang hesitated. She had already apologized just now, and Rong Boye didn't mean to care. She also promised Yan Han that she should not contact him again.
The most important thing is that the other party was so generous that she didn't even know what gift to bring when she came to the door.
I struggled to send the guests away until evening, when it became dark.
As he was getting ready to go home from get off work, Ding Fan entered the office.
"Mr. Song, we just received the news that Mr. Rong seems to have entered the hospital."
Song Xiang was shocked, "It's impossible, he was obviously fine when he left."
"Perhaps you feel uncomfortable after going back? I heard that Mr. Rong has always been in poor health."
Song Xiang held the table with both hands and was a little unsure for a moment.
"Which hospital?"
"Lu's."
Song Xiang grabbed two handfuls of hair, took the keys and coat, "I'll go take a look myself, you get off work first."
"OK."
She quickly picked up the car and drove all the way to the hospital, buying seasonal fruits along the way. No matter how valuable the gift was, it was probably worthless in Rong Boye's eyes.