"No, you can't do this!" Mrs. Song finally realized that she was afraid.
Although the cleaning lady at the entertainment club doesn't look very respectable, her salary is pretty good. It's the best job she can find.
"I can." Manager Cui said with a cold expression, "If you are willing to leave obediently now, I will ask the finance department to send you this month's salary. Otherwise, I will let you take every cent."
Not even there!”
Mrs. Song was suddenly too scared to say anything else.
As soon as she turned around, she saw that Murong Rong and Rong Jiuci had walked away.
Murong Rong did not stay to watch. Seeing Mrs. Song's misfortune did not make her feel happy at all.
"Murong Rong! Don't leave!"
At this time, Mrs. Song's shouting voice came from behind again: "Where is Nannan? Where did you take Nannan? Give Nannan back to me!"
"Give Nannan back to me." Mrs. Song collapsed on the ground and cried loudly: "Give it back to me, I only have Nannan as a relative."
Thinking of her eldest grandson, who had not been seen for a long time, the worry in her heart almost overwhelmed her.
Just then a voice came from above -
"What's wrong with Nannan?"
It's Murong Rong who's back.
Mrs. Song suddenly raised her head, looked at Murong Rong with surprise in her eyes, and said incoherently: "I knew it, I knew you wouldn't be so heartless! Murong Rong, you can't do anything to me or the Song family!
"
Murong Rong was a little impatient, and she wished she could understand. How could Mrs. Song have the face to say such a thing?
During the five years she had been in the Song family, she had never been treated well by anyone.
Even if she never planned to take revenge or do anything, it didn't mean that she would still help the Song family and Mrs. Song.
She only turned around because she mentioned Nannan.
"What happened to Nan Nan?" Murong Rong reminded: "Mrs. Song, my patience is limited, and I am not very patient to listen to your nonsense. I hope you can know this."
When Mrs. Song heard Murong Rong's cold words, a flash of resentment flashed in her eyes, but no matter how much she hated her, she didn't dare to talk about anything else.
"That day after you asked the police to take Lin Yawei away from the courtyard, Nannan disappeared!"
"Gone?" Murong Rong frowned and said, "Didn't Lin Yawei let the teacher of the study class take away Nannan that day?"
"I later went to pick up Nan Nan, but the cram school teacher didn't go to class at all that day, and he didn't send Nan Nan there either. He didn't even go to class again." Mrs. Song burst into tears: "
That cram school teacher kidnapped Nan! I don’t know how much suffering my poor eldest grandson will have to endure if he falls into the hands of such a person!"
Mrs. Song became more and more anxious. She suddenly grabbed Murong Rong's wrist, but before she could touch Murong Rong, she was blocked by someone.
Rong Jiuci acted as a guard in front of Murong Rong, separating her from Murong Rong just like before.
Let them be as different as clouds and mud.
It wasn't that Mrs. Song didn't hate her, but she didn't dare to hate her. She begged Murong Rong: "Rong Rong, just for the sake of Nan Nan calling you mommy for so many years, please help him, please help him,
Those who abducted him will not treat him well! They are probably beating him! They are scolding him! They are not giving him food! Like..."
Mrs. Song is stuck.
What she wanted to say was that it was like how An An was abused.
But she didn't dare to say it, because the person who did those things that were worse than a beast was her son Song Chuhe.
Mrs. Song just begged: "Please, I beg you."
Murong Rong also knew what she wanted to say, so she couldn't help but close her eyes. The compassion in her heart disappeared, and the expression on her face became colder.
"I can help you call the police, or I can help you urge the police to focus on this matter and find Nan as soon as possible."
"Murong Rong, this is not possible, this is not enough..." Mrs. Song looked at Rong Jiuci beside her eagerly, thinking in her heart that Murong Rong would beg Rong Jiuci.
Murong Rong's attitude was very firm: "I can only do this. If you are not satisfied, please hire someone else."
After Murong Rong finished speaking, he turned around suddenly.
She didn't stop because of Mrs. Song's call, but walked faster and faster, and finally ran all the way out of the Scarlet World.
Murong Rong didn't know how long she had been running. All she knew was that she stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Murong Rong!"
Rong Jiuci immediately stepped forward and helped Murong Rong up.
When she fell just now, her palms were on the ground. The delicate skin on her palms had been scratched and mixed with soil, which looked shocking.
Rong Jiuci's brows furrowed into a knot: "Go to the hospital to treat the wound."
"It's just a minor injury, don't make a big deal out of it."
"This injury must be treated." Rong Jiuci saw Murong Rong insisting on not going to the hospital. When he saw the Maybach parked on the roadside, he dragged her over, put her into the car, and went to get the medical kit.
Murong Rong was about to leave the car immediately, but when she had the chance to move, she was pulled back by Rong Jiuci.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong who was full of resistance and threatened: "Murong Rong, if you continue to be dishonest, I will help you get up and treat your wounds."
"I said, there is no need to treat the wound! No need! No need! Don't you understand?" Murong Rong's emotions suddenly lost control.
"Rong Jiuci, do you know? I hate myself very much, very much! I am a bastard, I am a big bastard!"
"How could I let Song Chuhe off just because he had been punished by law! I should have taught him a lesson in person! He once bullied An An like that! They all bullied An An like that! But I didn't teach this devil personally!"
Nan Nan's disappearance and Mrs. Song's words just now reminded Murong Rong of An An, and also reminded her of An An's bruised appearance.
"It's not your fault." Rong Jiuci sighed and took him into his arms: "I showed up too late. Rong Rong, you really don't have to blame yourself. I have arranged for someone to teach Song Chuhe a lesson.
It’s still hard for me now.”
After he recognized An An, he left the matter to Shadow to handle.
Song Chuhe is in prison, and there are countless ways to make his life worse than death.
And the Song family, which the Song family had been proud of for several lifetimes, was brought down by his own hands without even giving him a chance to go bankrupt and liquidate.
Originally he thought this was enough.
But seeing Murong Rong's current state, he felt that it was far from enough.
"If there is a mistake, then I am as wrong as you. The mistake is that I did not personally avenge An An. However, it is not too late. If you are willing, I can bail Song Chuhe out of prison at any time, and you can do whatever harm he did to An An.
Give it back to him, okay?"
"No."
Murong Rong admitted that she was very, very emotional at that moment, probably because she always wanted to do many things to make up for An An.
However, she finally refused: "It's no longer necessary."
Murong Rong finally regained her sense from the loss of control just now. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down her face: "Just let An An have some peace."
Rong Jiuci stared at Murong Rong for a long time, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Follow me."