An Xuyue came in late at night and chattered non-stop. Judging from his tone, he knew that he and Yan Zhencheng had been getting along well these past two days.
Yan Han wanted to drive her away, but she not only stayed there, but also took Song Xiang back to the room to make travel plans on the grounds that she had to catch a flight in the middle of the night.
"Daughter-in-law, do you want any gift?"
Song Xiang listened to her for a long time, still trapped in the thrill just now, and could not respond immediately.
An Xuyue raised her head and looked at her uncertainly, "Are you angry?"
Song Xiang was in a trance. He raised his head and saw An Xuyue's probing eyes.
She was about to shake her head when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she hesitated for a second or two before speaking.
"Are you really angry?" An Xuyue scratched her head and began to explain: "I just went upstairs and saw that your bedroom door was open before I went in, and I didn't see it either..."
"It's not because of this." Song Xiang said.
"ah?"
Song Xiang took a breath, tried to be calm, and said, "It's the secret you told me last time. I know it."
She just wanted to try it, but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, An Xuyue was stunned. Then, his eyes blinked rapidly in panic, and he clasped his hands and stared at her blankly.
"Who...who said that?"
Song Xiang glanced at the direction of the door, stood up, pressed the door lock, stood by the door and turned around.
"Uncle Zhe told me."
An Xuyue sat on the ground, lost the tablet in her hand, lowered her head, looked very embarrassed, and whispered, "Is he a big mouth?!"
Song Xiang was suspicious, but also a little excited. She guessed it right.
That night, An Xuyue said casually, but she didn't care at the time. But when she heard what An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng said the next day, she took it more seriously.
With An Xuyue's temperament, she would not stop talking once she reaches her lips, unless An Xuyue feels that she cannot say this to her.
"He told you everything?"
Song Xiang gathered her clothes and frowned, "Yeah."
An Xuyue slumped her shoulders, leaned against the bed, and took a peek at Song Xiang.
"I didn't do it."
Nothing was done.
Song Xiang walked over and followed her words: "Who can prove it?"
"Your father!"
An Xuyue stood up on her knees and spoke louder, "We just slept and didn't do anything! He knows it all!"
Song Xiang was shocked and almost failed to manage his expression.
An Xuyue exhaled irritably and scratched her hair with both hands, "It's so annoying that the dark history has been revealed. Rong Zhe is such a big mouth, but I thought he was a good person."
Song Xiang told herself to calm down, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking higher than An Xuyue.
"Then please explain clearly and I will make a judgment."
An Xuyue looked up at her, a little embarrassed, "Can't I just say it?"
"If you don't say it, then I can only think that you did it!"
An Xuyue pursed her lips and changed her position to sit, with her chin resting on her knees.
"It's unlucky for me. I was deceived by An Minmin, and in the end I had to tell my daughter-in-law the dark history!"
Song Xiang was already dizzy, but she could only try to stay calm and dare not speak to avoid being discovered by An Xuyue.
"That time your father also cheated me, but I was the only one who was unlucky." An Xuyue sighed and whispered: "I went to Amsterdam to play with him and even drank with him. It was obviously a good intention, but when I woke up I met Yan Zhicheng
That lunatic was so scared that he died!"
She was talking very garbled, and Song Xiang was listening and asked tentatively, "You... woke up with my father?"