Apart from Yan Zhicheng, Song Xiang couldn't think of anyone else who could send An Xuyue's manager to the lunatic asylum.
But... why.
Mr. Yang noticed Song Xiang's suspicion and stopped in time, "When we return to the imperial capital, Miss Rong will also come to our club to play when she has time. I just like telling stories and I tell them pretty well. If you like to hear them, we will
Come and go often."
Song Xiang smiled slightly and clinked glasses with her.
By chance, there was a knock on the glass door.
She turned sideways and saw that it was Yan Han.
"It's getting late. Mr. Yan and I have something to do, so I won't talk to Mr. Yang."
"You are busy."
Song Xiang turned around with a smile, pushed the door open and went out. Yan Han stood at the door and stretched out his hand towards her.
"What did you say to that woman?"
Song Xiang shrugged, "Just chatting."
"You are Miss Rong now, and you are more likely to attract flies than before." Yan Han reminded her.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "What kind of flies? Rotten eggs only attract flies. I can only attract bees."
He smiled harshly and took her into the car.
It was not impossible to rush back to the imperial capital, but once she returned, she would definitely have to go back to the Rong family, so she might as well spend the night in Jin City.
Song Xiang saw his evil idea but didn't expose it.
When we arrived at the hotel, everyone did their own business, and no one was idle.
Tan Shu sent a message to Song Xiang to remind her again about the exam.
Song Xiang had a big head, and when it got dark, he felt the words "Failed" were floating around on the ceiling.
Yan Han took a shower and hugged her from behind. Before he even kissed her, she covered her mouth.
"I'm about to take the exam."
Yan Han: "Well...so what?"
"Don't disturb me, I have to study all night."
Song Xiang stood up with the tablet and sat behind the desk.
Yan Han threw away the towel, licked his lips, walked over slowly, and held the table with one hand.
"Are you sure?"
Song Xiang raised his head and could just see his open collar, giving a clear view of the scenery inside.
She cleared her throat and sat up straighter, "I'm not a person who is obsessed with sex."
Yan Hanle was relieved, and walked around from the side, picked her up and put her on his lap, then sat down where she was sitting.
"If you think about it again, who looks better is me or that crappy handout."
He had just taken a shower, his body was still warm, and his faint fragrance was sweet and particularly alluring.
Song Xiang bit her lip, twisted her body twice, and pretended to be serious, "It's useless if you look good. Can you help me pass the test?"
Yan Han glanced at the handout and said, "It's not impossible..."
Song Xiang had a flash of inspiration, turned to look at him, his eyes lit up, "Have you read these two books?"
Yan Han raised his chin and said, "Almost."
"Then you give me the syllabus for the exam!"
"I didn't come up with the question, how could I guess it right?" Yan Han said arrogantly.
Song Xiang snorted and looked at him coldly, "Aren't you close friends with her? Can't you guess her idea of asking the question? Are you trying to trick me?"
Yan Han: "..."
"Since when did I become a close friend with her?"
"If you're not a close friend, why did you talk so much to her that day?" Song Xiang said fiercely, poking his chin with her hand, "Are you going to make a point?!"
"Shoo." Yan Han surrendered, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her face, "Stingy little bitch, I told her so much that day, but I just wanted to test her for you."
Song Xiang curled her lips and leaned in his arms without saying anything, but her heart was bubbling.
Yan Han held the tablet in one hand and flipped through the handouts back and forth, easily capturing the key points.