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After Tom left, Uncle Liu smiled and shook his head at the door.

Now, it had become a habit for him to watch the young master bickering with him everyday. He also admired his young master even more. With such a black hole in his stomach, it wasn't something that anyone could have.

Xu Nan raised her eyelids slightly, looked at Jian Ning, and then put down the magazine in her hand, bringing it up to her, she vaguely raised her eyebrow: "What, you miss him?"

Honestly speaking, she missed him a little, but it was not the kind of longing a couple had for each other. Recently, she had been contacting the shareholders of the Jane family, wanting him to give her some advice.

"Oh?" She nodded as if she knew what was going on, and said: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else. Even if it's the Mr. Shang s, I won't tell."

"..."

was too lazy to bother with this fellow that was constantly distorting his own meaning, and continued to do things seriously.

After work, she impatiently packed her things and rushed back to the villa. Just as she was about half an hour earlier than usual, she coincidentally ran into Song Ge who was carrying something for Shang Jin.

She quickly told the driver to stop and went down to stop Song Ge.

"Did something happen to Shang Jin?" Jian Ning worriedly looked at him and asked.

He lowered his head and sized Jian Ning up. Seeing how concerned she was with Shang Jin, he actually didn't want to refuse, as he wanted to tell her the truth.

It was with much difficulty that he managed to suppress this thought. He slightly raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Who is this Miss Jane listening to, there are some things that cannot be randomly said."

"But …" Why hadn't Shang Jin appeared even after so long?

Under Song Ge's ice-cold gaze, in the end, he still chose to remain silent and allowed his to pass.

As he silently watched Yun Che leave, Jian Ning's heart was truly in a bit of a mess as she felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

When Song Ge arrived at the hospital, he reported all of the information he knew about Zhuang Ye to Shang Jin and let him make his decision.

Shang Jin thought for a while with furrowed brows, then said: "Let his people infiltrate here, I want to see who wants to kill me."

"Understood." Song Ge replied apologetically. He had searched for a long time, but could not find out who was backing Zhuang Ye up. He had truly let Shang Jin down.

The two of them instantly became silent. Shang Jin wanted to see the document, but Song Ge was conflicted about whether or not he should tell them the story of their previous encounter with Jian Ning.

"What? Is there something else?"

Seeing that he had not left, Shang Jin asked curiously.

"Just now, when I met the Miss Jane, she was very concerned about you." In the end, Song Ge still told his about what happened in the afternoon.

Shang Jin did not have much of an emotional fluctuation, he only gave a simple "Oh" and continued with his business.

Song Ge knew that there was nothing left for him here, so he did not stay any longer. He glanced at Shang Jin with hesitation, and in the end, left.

In the dead of night, Shang Jin's sickroom's door was gently pushed open. A black shadow flashed in, leaned against the door and peeked a few times. After confirming that there was no one around, only then did he softly walk in front of Shang Jin's sickbed.

He quickly took out a piece of white cotton cloth from his chest, preparing to cover Shang Jin's nose and mouth.

Suddenly, the hand that had always been strong grabbed his hand and squeezed it so hard that the bone was about to shatter.

"When Zhuang Ye called you over, he didn't tell you, did I, Shang Jin's life, get so easily?"

Shang Jin's cold voice reached his ears, and it was as cold as the frost in October.

The man swallowed his saliva with great difficulty as his body trembled.

"This is none of my business, you know. We are all taking money from people to help them get rid of their troubles." He said weakly, and borrowed the light from the lamp to look at Shang Jin.

This was the first time he had felt such a thing. Under the light, Shang Jin felt as if his entire body was covered with a layer of frost.

Shang Jin squinted his eyes dangerously, the strength in his hands became even stronger, his chin raised slightly as he said in a stern voice, "In this life, what I hate the most is cowards without blood."

As he spoke, a "ka" sound was heard. That person began to tremble nonstop and his hand unnaturally drooped down.

Shang Jin threw him onto the ground in disgust, then turned on the light, allowing people outside to come in.

Song Ge and the rest entered, looked at the pale man on the ground, and immediately understood what Shang Jin had done.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to call Tom over to take a look?"

He raised and swung his hands, both his hands supporting his sides as he stared at Song Ge tiredly.

"I'll cripple him later and give him to Zhuang Ye. Next time, let him change to a better one, he won't have the money to look for me."

"..."

Fortunately Song Ge had lowered his head, otherwise, if Shang Jin had seen his face, he would probably go berserk again.

In the middle of the night, Song Ge finally sent the person over to Zhuang Ye, and in the end, even brought him in front of him.

Song Ge imposingly stood in front of him, held his hands behind his back, and looked down at him from above. He coldly spoke: "My boss has said, next time find someone better, there's no money for him."

"You … "You …"

After holding it in for a long time, he still could not come up with an answer. Song Ge shook his head in disappointment, and then left the house.

"Damn it!" Only after Song Ge left did Zhuang Ye finally let out his emotions. The people from the Shang clan were simply going too far.

"Don't worry, Mister Zhuang. If we can't do it this time, there will be a next time. That Shang Jin is not made of steel, he will definitely succeed." A man in a black suit walked in. He had long hair and it was hard to see his face.

Right now, he was extremely angry, who would have thought that this person would actually come running in, he vented out angrily at him, "What do you know, Shang Jin has so many bodyguards by his side everyday, how can we get close?"

Originally, he wanted to kill Shang Jin while he was still in the hospital, but he didn't expect that he would discover this beforehand.

The long-haired man frowned in displeasure. His voice was colder than before as he said, "I've already given you the money. Now is the time to see your performance. Don't think about denying it, Mr. Zhuang."

"I know, I'm here, I won't run." Zhuang Ye replied impatiently, and turned to return to his own room.

As for the person on the ground, he was still unconscious. It seemed like he would still be unconscious after a while.

After he returned to his room, he threw everything that could be thrown onto the floor in a fit of rage. He held the table unsteadily as he said, "Pah! You really think you're a toy! How dare you threaten me! How did your grandpa grow up!"

After venting, his mood improved a lot and he began to think about what he should do next.