Song Xiang was taken into a private courtyard, which covered a vast area. The overall architectural style was Japanese-style, which was not the style that Yan Han would like at all.
"Please wait here."
She was led to a study room, which contained only a small lamp and Japanese gadgets.
Sitting on the tatami, she was confused and wanted to find someone to ask. However, the person who sent her in locked the door as soon as she left, giving her no chance to talk.
Looking down from the window, there are all bodyguards, guarding everything inside and outside.
The phone rang, it was Gu Lian's call.
Only then did Song Xiang react and quickly answered.
"Xiangxiang, what's going on?"
Song Xiang told Gu Lian what had just happened and asked Gu Lian to quickly find the owner of the house so that she could solve the problem in a targeted manner.
Gu Lian went to do it immediately, letting Song Xiang wait with peace of mind. If it didn't work, she would use Lu Zechen's name to ask for someone.
Song Xiang was unsure. She still remembered the imposing manner of the bodyguard just now. Anyone who could afford such a person would most likely not give Lu Zechen face.
She clutched her cell phone, waiting for Gu Lian's results, and at the same time, she stared intently at the movement at the door.
About half an hour later, there was no result from Gu Lian, but footsteps could be heard outside.
Song Xiang quickly stood up and looked at the door defensively.
Click, the door is opened.
The man wore leather shoes and stepped in on one leg. His legs were slender. Above him was his hand resting on the doorknob. His knuckles could be seen clearly through the dim light.
Song Xiang recognized the person immediately without looking up.
Severe cold.
He was only wearing a shirt, which was rolled up to his forearms. He was walking in a hurry, and he looked like he was coming from outside.
Song Xiang was wearing sunglasses, but she could still feel the coldness in his eyes, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
At the door, Yan Han looked inside. The moment he saw Song Xiang, the lines on his face suddenly became sharp.
He pursed his thin lips tightly, closed the door and approached Song Xiang without turning on the light.
His steps were very slow, step by step, obviously deliberately torturing people's will.
Song Xiang instinctively retreated, but forced himself to calm down and stood stiffly on the spot.
"You have done such a big thing and can still watch the live broadcast not far away. You are very brave."
He walked up to her, stopped, and cast a large shadow condescendingly, completely enveloping the woman under his pressure.
Song Xiang secretly took a deep breath without looking up, "I just went out to drink a cup of coffee. I don't understand what you are saying."
Yan Leng smiled, his face calm, with no trace of anger.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses and was about to open her mouth again. Suddenly, Yan Han stepped forward and grabbed her neck violently.
He didn't use much force, but it was enough to push her against the wall, unable to move.
"Do you know what will happen if you touch someone from the Yan family?"
His voice was cold and mechanical, without any fluctuation, falling on Song Xiang's ears, almost shattering all her calmness.
She held Yan Han's hand with both hands, fearing that he would strangle her neck with force in the next second.
"Mr. Yan, I didn't... um!"
Just as she was about to retort, Yan Han used force on his hand, pinching her so hard that her breathing became tense instantly.
Song Xiang's pupils dilated and he struggled instinctively, even wanting to kick Yan Han with his feet.
However, her modest skills were not enough in front of Yan Han. He only needed to use a little skill to make her struggle hopelessly.
"Let... let go!"
"I don't want to hear any more nonsense."
Yan Leng saw Song Xiang struggling, uttered a few words, and threw her aside.
Song Xiang lay at his feet, breathing heavily, her heart beating almost out of her throat.
Her mind was spinning rapidly, organizing words.
Yan Han glanced at the woman, turned around, walked off the tatami, sat on the wooden chair on the side, crossed his legs, and leaned back casually.
He said: "Yan Zhenzhen was brought back to his old house by the old man, and Louis was detained. If either of them pulls you out, what do you think will happen to you?"
Song Xiang swallowed, stretched out her hand to lift her crooked sunglasses, and said, "They don't know how to do it, and they don't have this chance."
Yan Han crossed his arms, turned to look at the stupid woman wearing sunglasses at night, and snorted, "From seven o'clock to now, maybe Louis has spoken."
Song Xiang twitched the corners of her lips, lowered her head, letting her hair cover her expression, and said calmly: "Of course he spoke, but even if he did, Mr. Yan wouldn't be able to hear her."
Her tone was firm and even a little cheerful.
Yan Han looked at her with a gloomy look on his face, and he did feel a little morbid in his heart.
He was not very familiar with Song Xiang like this.
Song Xiang got up and sat back on the tatami, one meter away from Yan Han.
She poured herself a cup of tea, raised her head and drank it all, then looked at Yan Han with a smile, "You will be able to block what Louis said, right?"
Yan Han was sitting not far away. Through his sunglasses, he could only see the raised corners of her lips. Even so, he could feel her pride.