Song Xiang was led by Yan Han and greeted people at the banquet.
When she glanced around, she felt that Rong Boye's face seemed to be not in a good mood. She whispered a few words to Yan Han and then walked to Rong Boye's side calmly.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Rong Boye looked pale and took a sip of wine, "It's okay, it's just fatigue."
"Then you go upstairs and rest." Song Xiang was a little worried.
Rong Boye did not refuse, turned around and went upstairs alone.
Song Xiang's chest bulged, and she always felt that something was wrong. She was about to turn around to look for Yan Han, but she felt a force pulling at the corner of her clothes.
She looked down and saw that it was a small milk bag for a milk compress.
"Kid, are you looking for me?"
The little guy held his head against the watermelon, tapped it twice, and then without saying anything, he gave Song Xiang something like an envelope in his hand.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. Before he could ask, the little guy had already run away.
She thought it was cute, and it was probably a child from some family who came to give gifts. In the afternoon, she received several checks, all of which were large amounts.
Go to the edge and open the envelope.
There was no check inside, just a piece of paper and two receipts in English.
Song Xiang was confused, unfolded the paper, and looked at it with a smile.
It's all handwritten.
She looked smiling at first, but the smile soon solidified at the corner of her mouth.
Boom!
My mind exploded.
After reading ten lines at a glance, my breathing became faster and faster.
There was still laughter and laughter all around, but Song Xiang felt a little top-heavy.
She glanced upstairs and remembered that Rong Boye was still upstairs. She took two steps aimlessly back and forth, grabbed two handfuls of hair, calmed down a little, and immediately walked upstairs quickly.
The venue was so busy that no one noticed anything strange about her.
Song Xiang walked quickly all the way to the upper floor and pushed open the door with all his strength.
In the room, Rong Boye was bent over, looking painful, and there was a large mouthful of blood at his feet.
"dad!"
Song Xiang was shocked and rushed over immediately, "What's going on?!"
Rong Boye didn't expect her to come in suddenly, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, "It's okay, I just forgot to take my medicine."
How is it possible? If you forget to take medicine for some disease, you will vomit blood.
Song Xiang didn't believe it, turned around and went out, and happened to bump into Rong Zhe.
"Uncle Zhe, dad, he..."
"It's okay. I've prepared the plane and will send you back now."
Rong Zhe was very calm, as if he had faced this situation more than once, so he went in and helped Rong Boye up.
Rong Boye frowned and reminded, "Take the back door."
Otherwise, guests will be alarmed.
Song Xiang still held the piece of paper in her hand, thinking of the "truth", and seeing that Rong Boye was still thinking about her and Yan Han, her heart ached unbearably, and her tears immediately fell.
Rong Zhe helped Rong Boye go out, avoiding everyone along the way.
Song Xiang followed, but met Yan Han.
"What's going on?"
Yan Han saw something wrong with her expression and took the initiative to approach her.
Song Xiang took a step back.
Yan Han was stunned.
"Song Xiang?"
Song Xiang swallowed and came to his senses.
She wiped her tears and said in a difficult voice, "My father is sick and I have to send him back first."
"I'll accompany you..."
"Need not!"
Yan Han was so smart that he naturally noticed something was wrong.
Song Xiang walked around him and stepped back. Realizing that he was about to step forward, she remembered what was in her hand.
"you……"
Not knowing what to say, she stuffed the thing into his pocket.
"You...wait for me to come back."
With that said, she turned around with her skirt in hand, rushed into the darkness alone, and ran in the direction of Rong Boye.