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Chapter 1702 Sweet Marriage Chapter 263 Do you want peace?OK, I give you peace.

Central Hospital, VIP Ward.

Standing in the corridor outside the door, Rong Zihao looked like an enraged lion, staring at Hao Xiaoman who followed Nan Mubai with his blood red eyes.

Nan Mubai glanced at the closed door of the ward, and asked in a cold tone, "How is the situation?"

The doctor who was also waiting on the side laughed quickly: "We did a comprehensive examination for Miss Rong. She had a slight concussion in her brain, and the wound on her forehead was sutured. There should be no major problems..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a heavy punch on the cheek, staggered back a few steps, and groaned in pain.

Rong Zihao clenched his fists and stared at him fiercely like a man-eating wolf: "What is a mild concussion? A slight concussion can make her faint? You fucking talk to me!"

The doctor covered his swollen cheeks in the blink of an eye, and backed away in fright, not even daring to speak.

Nan Mubai frowned disapprovingly: "Zihao, how many times have I told you not to do it casually, he was just telling the truth, do you want to hear him say that Feifei was seriously injured?"

Rong Zihao raised his head abruptly, his handsome and evil face was full of anger, and he roared out, "It's not hope, it's what it is! Brother Nan, what did you say back then? You said to keep our siblings safe for the rest of their lives. Did you say it’s safe? If it’s any safer, it’s about to enter the morgue!”

Nan Mubai's complexion darkened a little bit amidst his questioning every single word.

He didn't speak, and when he stared at people motionlessly with his black eyes that seemed to never see through the light, it was extraordinarily frightening. Even Hao Xiaoman, who was standing behind him, could feel the coldness emanating from his whole body. With the icy breath and fear in his heart, he subconsciously took a step back.

Under his cold stare, Rong Zihao slowly lowered his head from anger and resentment at the beginning, moved his tightly pursed lips, and finally uttered three words in a suppressed manner: "I'm sorry."

Nan Mubai took out a cigarette and lit it expressionlessly, took a puff slowly, squinted his eyes and said slowly, "Do you want peace? Okay, I will give you peace. From now on, I will send Ten bodyguards will protect you, and ten bodyguards will protect Feifei. They will protect you 24 hours a day. If you need money, call Lin Qian, and he will call you. If you have any trouble, call Lin Qian. He will take care of it. Don't do it in the future. Call me again, I'm not interested in listening to your crap all day long."

Rong Zihao's face turned pale little by little, and he apologized again in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Nan, I shouldn't talk nonsense..."

Nan Mubai flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, looked at him expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "I'm sorry, you have said a lot in the past few years, is it my fault?" Pursuing, gave you the illusion that no matter what mistakes you make, as long as you say 'I'm sorry' afterwards, I will always forgive you?"

Under his cold and menacing gaze, Rong Zihao fell silent with a pale face.

Over the years, because of Nan Mubai's protection, almost none of the famous young masters in the lonely city dared to provoke him. One after another, his personality has become more irritable and ruthless in the past two years, and he has caused many misfortunes, big and small. Well, Nan Mubai reprimanded him symbolically every time, so although he said sorry every time, in fact he never felt any regret in his heart.

(End of this chapter)