Song Xiang didn't know if Rong Boye's residence was a manor. When he was about to speak, Paul stopped him.
"Miss Song, we must contact the young master first and then decide what to do next?"
Song Xiang shook his head and glanced back, "The wounded can't wait."
Paul was speechless.
Their mission was to protect Song Xiang and An Xuyue. It was unreasonable to ignore their safety in order to treat the wounded, but it was also unreasonable to see their brothers die.
"Don't worry, are you worried that so-and-so's manor can't accommodate so many people?" An Xuyue clicked her tongue, leaned down on the front seat, and patted the back of Paul's head, "It's impossible, there are two more planes.
There’s room for everyone!”
Paul: "..."
Song Xiang laughed twice and pulled An Xuyue.
Paul had no choice but to sit there and dry out. A group of desperate people might break out of this damn place at some point.
He bit the bullet and protected Song Xiang and An Xuyue onto the helicopter.
Rong Boye's people were very wise. They took care of the wounded and took the rest with them.
The sun rose slowly. Song Xiang looked out of the window and saw that the ground was gradually receding.
What happened at night just now seemed like a dream.
…
After crossing the strait, you can go directly to the small town of Mecca on the opposite side. At around 7 o'clock, the helicopter landed.
Song Xiang wanted to call Yan Han and rummaged through her bag, but found that her phone was gone.
There was no time to deal with these trivial matters, so she had to take An Xuyue into the car first.
She could see that Rong Boye was quite powerful in Mecca, and Paul gradually became silent, keeping alert and observing his surroundings throughout the process.
The environment in Mecca is very good, with blue sky and white clouds and fresh air.
"This place is indeed the same as before." An Xuyue said lazily, and then stretched.
From her tone, Song Xiang seemed to have lived here.
When the car drove into the countryside, everything was green and there were many small animals on the roadside.
When we arrived at our destination, it turned out to be a European-style manor covering a vast area.
After getting off the car, Rong Zhe came out to greet him personally, and there were several rows of servants standing behind him.
An Xuyue got out of the car with a yawn and walked up to Rong Zhe, "Xiao Zhe, it's you who are on the right track, and you actually did it yourself..."
Before she finished speaking, Rong Zhe bypassed her and walked to Song Xiang.
"Miss Song, I was frightened on the road."
Song Xiang waved his hands repeatedly, "Fortunately, thanks to Mr. Rong's help, otherwise today would have been really troublesome."
An Xuyue was ignored, she blinked hard, walked around to Rong Zhe, looked at Song Xiang, and then at Rong Zhe, with confusion on her face.
Rong Zhe glanced at her with a dead smile, then turned sideways and said to Song Xiang: "Please."
Song Xiang nodded politely, thinking that the people who followed him were still missing.
"Don't worry, I will arrange them properly."
"Miss Song!" Paul jumped out again, wanting to say something.
Song Xiang glanced at him and said, "It's okay. Don't worry. You go check on the injured first and I will contact Mr. Yan."
Paul hesitated to speak, unable to stop him.
Song Xiang took An Xuyue and followed Rong Zhe into the manor.
Along the way, the green area is very large, the style of the environment is pastoral, and the style and color of the buildings have a sense of nobility.
Anxu Yue was familiar with the family and the roads, and he kept talking and introducing me.
After entering the main house, Song Xiang wanted to contact Yan Han first, but Rong Zhe quietly said to her, "Mr. Rong is ill."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Is it serious?"