Bao Yancheng's eyebrows were tightly knitted, his hand unconsciously gripped.
From the beginning, the news of Wen Wanzhi's anemia had come from Xiang Yiran.
Bao Yancheng donned his suit jacket, "Cheng Tong, back to the mansion."
Cheng Tong was startled and nodded in agreement.
Was this a confrontation with Miss Xiang?
Standing in the CEO's private elevator, Bao Yancheng clasped his hands, tapping his knuckles slowly.
He felt uneasy, always having a bad premonition.
At the entrance of Bao Mansion, once the car came to a halt, Bao Yancheng pushed open the car door and got out.
A black Rolls Royce with consecutive license plates was parked at the entrance; it seemed the Huo Family had already brought Xiang Yiran.
Tonight, there was a family dinner at the mansion arranged by Xiang Yiran. Bao Yancheng had not intended to appear, but at this point, there were some questions he had to ask.