Song Xiang left Yan's and returned to the company. She took the opportunity to check Jiang Tingting's computer and confirmed that there was no problem before getting off work.
She made an appointment with Yan Zhenzhen at six o'clock. The presidential suite of the Prince Hotel was at 80-1. Louis would arrive at about six-thirty.
Gu Lian knew that she had a plan. Although he didn't ask much, he still asked if there was anything he needed.
Song Xiang was about to help when she spoke unceremoniously: "Sister Lian, at 6:40 in the evening, there is a big news in the entertainment industry in Prince's Presidential Suite 801. I need you to help me inform the media."
Gu Lian chuckled, "It's a small matter, just wait."
Song Xiang snapped his fingers to confirm that the conditions were correct and that every detail was arranged flawlessly.
"Everyone is busy for the auto show, but some people are really free."
Jiang Tingting walked in and found Song Xiang fishing in her seat, taunting her in a weird way.
Song Xiang took a sip of coffee, her eyes fell on Jiang Tingting, tracing her chest unabashedly, "Of course people like us have leisure time, but unlike you, we should be... too busy to change scenes, right?"
Her eyes were explicit and her words were not very subtle.
Some people nearby couldn't help laughing, and everyone looked at Jiang Tingting strangely.
Jiang Tingting has been trying to recruit people to support the show recently, and she has almost served her entire network. When she heard Song Xiang ridiculing herself, she was completely shameless.
She snorted, "I didn't erect a chastity memorial arch, unlike some people who pretend to do so and erect one at the same time."
Song Xiang hadn't settled the matter with Jiang Tingting about Yan Zhenzhen's contract being tampered with last time, but who knew she couldn't help but join in on it herself.
"You didn't stand up, you just asked the price to sell." Song Xiang stood up and held the coffee cup in his hand.
Jiang Tingting had coffee thrown at her, so she subconsciously protected her face and stared at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang ignored her at all and went to the tea room with coffee.
She has something important to do today and doesn't want to get entangled with a brat like this.
Time passed by, and as get off work was approaching, Song Xiang began to get nervous.
It's not like she has never schemed against others. During her five years in the Yan family, her hands were definitely not clean.
But this was her first time using such a stimulating method, and she got burned if she wasn't careful.
She held her phone and watched the time passing by, and finally made it to get off work.
She just picked up her bag and left without waiting for everyone to leave. When she met Wang Yong, she didn't even say hello, which made Wang Yong's face tremble with anger.
Gu Lian's people sent an account to Song Xiang, telling her that she could directly see the surveillance of 801.
Song Xiang found a cafe opposite the Prince Hotel, sat down in the corner, and turned on the 801 surveillance camera to see what was going on inside in real time.
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six o'clock
Wen Wen calmed down her emotions all afternoon and was finally able to keep calm and go out with Yan Han, but her eyes were still red and swollen.
Yanhan sat in the back seat and saw Wenxin's eyes through the mirror.
"I'll give you another ten days to adapt as soon as possible, otherwise you can leave."
Wen Xin's eyes widened, and she didn't even have the courage to turn around and look at Yan Han, so she clung to the seat belt tightly.
The atmosphere inside the car was so tense that the driver didn't even dare to take a breath.
Wen Xin bit her lip, her mind was in a mess. After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask.
"I thought you were very satisfied with me when you chose me."
Yan Han closed his eyes to rest his mind and said casually: "Anyone can make a mistake."
Wen Wenxin's heart trembled, her face was instantly filled with blood, her chin was pressed tightly against her chest, and she didn't dare to raise her head.
"It only took Song Xiang a week to adapt to work." Yan Han suddenly said again.
Wen Xin didn't know what he meant, and was even more confused as to why Song Xiang should be dismissed if Song Xiang was so good.
The car became quiet, and the driver quietly turned on the external circulation to relieve the air pressure.
When we arrived at the door of the hotel, the car stopped. Wen Xin got out of the car as if fleeing. It was only when she breathed in the air outside the car that she felt alive.
In the car, Yan Han opened his eyes and said coldly: "Call Yan Song."
The driver understood and quickly dialed the number.
The call goes through and the person over there answers.
"Master, please give me your orders."
"Find out Song Xiang's location and determine what she is doing now."
Yan Song didn't ask any more questions and just said "yes".
Yan Han hung up the phone and raised his hands to straighten his cuffs. His posture was casual, but his movements were noble.
The bodyguard opened the car door for him, and the light from the hotel entrance came in, vaguely covering the man's face, outlining his handsome face in the haze.