After leaving the hut and walking into the stockade, there were people guarding everything, every step of the way, and it was so tight that it was suffocating.
Song Xiang was worried that if the meeting later was not pleasant, they might have to stay here.
The third brother led them all the way in, swearing a lot on the way.
Yan Han turned a deaf ear and held Song Xiang's hand, his attitude still arrogant, as if he was here to inspect the construction site.
When they arrived in front of Dazhai, the third brother exchanged glances with the people at the door, and the doorkeeper gave way to let Yan Han and Song Xiang in.
Judging from this posture, the people inside are probably not good people.
Song Xiang lowered his head slightly, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
After entering the door, it was quiet inside, and walked through three rooms to the courtyard inside.
In the yard, a shirtless man was wiping a dagger with his back to them. He was all muscular and muscular.
Hearing their footsteps, the other party seemed to just want to turn around and take a look, but when he saw Yan Han's face, he immediately frowned.
Song Xiang glanced at the other party's face, a serious Chinese character face, with only a few stubble left on his hair, and a pair of sharp and fierce eyes. The moment he saw the severe coldness, there was no clear meaning in his eyes.
He dropped what he was holding and walked closer, "Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang was surprised, not expecting that the other party would know Yan Han.
When Yan Han saw the other party, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he didn't expect it.
"Master Yang."
When the man heard this, he showed a bit of self-mockery on his face, "Mr. Yan, you're being polite."
Song Xiang lowered his head and thought about it, but he didn't remember who this person was.
"Mr. Yan came to my place to... travel?"
The other party glanced at Yan Han's arm, and a trace of malicious ridicule flashed in his eyes.
Yan Han said expressionlessly: "Master Yang is joking, this place is only suitable for business."
His tone was indifferent, but he emphasized the word "doing business" deliberately.
Sure enough, the smile on the other person's face immediately froze, as if he had been stabbed in a fatal spot.
Song Xiang was a little nervous, worried that Shun Han would anger the other party, since they were under the roof now.
Unexpectedly, the other party touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, glanced at them both faintly, turned around and started to clean the dagger again.
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han, but was led to a chair aside by Yan Han.
"sit down."
Song Xiang was shocked, this was someone else's territory, how could it be like his own?
Sure enough, the man opposite him couldn't help but look sideways and glanced twice at Song Xiang's face.
"Is this Mrs. Yan?"
Song Xiang opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer for a while.
Yan Han: "Yes."
"It's really changed. Back then in Dianzhou, Mr. Yan still rejected my Ningning family, saying that he had no plans to get married."
Song Xiang:???
When is this plot happening?
"Miss Third is here too?" Yan Han turned around and asked the other party.
"In the backyard."
Yan Han's thin lips moved slightly, and he remained silent for a moment before saying, "Mr. Yang is a businessman. I wonder if I can handle Yan's business?"
When the other party heard this, he laughed loudly and sat down across from me with an open attitude, "Mr. Yan, the business I am doing now, even if I give it to you, you will feel dirty."
"I've said it before." Yan Han said calmly.
"Looking at our past friendship, Mr. Yan should just speak directly."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Yan Han had no bad blood with him.
"It's not that difficult, it's just that my wife is injured and needs to recuperate. I'll stay at Mr. Yang's place for two days."
Song Xiang was surprised. If he didn't leave this ghost place quickly, he would stay here on his own initiative?
Then I thought about it, even if I wanted to leave, the other party might not agree.