Different from the imagined wealthy lady, Yan Han turned sideways and Song Xiang could not help but be surprised when she saw clearly the appearance of the person at the door.
In terms of appearance, Yang Ningning has a clean oval face, gentle eyebrows, and a red mole on her forehead, which makes her entire face appear delicate.
But she wore a simple and neat high ponytail, a close-fitting black vest, and wide men's trousers. Her outfit was a bit neutral.
"I didn't believe it when my brother said it was you, but I didn't expect it to be true."
The girl came closer, with only severe coldness in her eyes. There was a glimmer of light under her pupils, as if she was running quickly. Her chest was rising and falling, and she looked extremely proud somewhere.
Song Xiang felt a little uncomfortable and took the initiative to say: "Hello, Miss Yang."
Only then did the other party notice her, move, and was stunned on the spot.
"Who are you……"
"My love." Yan Han said, his hand still on Song Xiang's head, and he introduced straightforwardly: "Rong Yi."
"Are you married?" Yang Ningning looked in disbelief, her eyes wandering back and forth before they came.
Just as Yan Han was about to nod, Song Xiang said, "We just got engaged."
Yang Ningning's face softened slightly, but her eyes fell on Yan Han's hand caressing Song Xiang's hair, and her eyes dimmed instantly.
"Brother Li Han, let me look at your arm first."
"I'm not in a hurry. Please help her look at her ankle first." Yan Han said.
Yang Ningning nodded, "...Okay."
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed. This girl obviously had a lot of interest in Yan Han, so she came over happily, only to see such a "bloody" scene.
And she could feel that the other person had a good personality. He asked to help her look at her feet and immediately squatted down at her feet.
"The injury is not serious."
The girl raised her head and looked at Song Xiang, "I'll ask someone to get some ice and help you apply it."
"Okay." Song Xiang nodded and said, "Thank you."
Yang Ningning was silent and helped her put down her trousers, then turned to look at Yan Han.
"Let me look at your arms."
"Yes, his arm is very serious." Song Xiang said.
Yan Han was very polite to Yang Ningning, kept a proper distance, removed the fixed branches himself, and then pulled up the sleeves with one hand. Yang Ningning would never do anything unless necessary.
Seeing him like this, Song Xiang wanted to laugh a little, but also felt a little sad.
The male moral score is above eight points.
Yang Ningning leaned down in front of Yan Han and touched his arm very carefully with a serious expression.
The examination she gave Song Xiang just now could only be said to be serious, but when she looked at Yan Han's injuries, Song Xiang could tell that she felt a little distressed.
"You shouldn't have come here, the imperial capital is so nice." She said casually while checking.
Yan Han's face was calm and he just said: "There is something to do."
Yang Ningning smiled bitterly, "What good things can you do if you come here?"
She glanced at Yan Han and said, "Don't be like our family. You were born to live in the Imperial Capital. It would be a pity to go anywhere."
Song Xiang felt the same way.
However, she felt uncomfortable when these words came from another woman's mouth.
Yang Ningning talked a lot, but Yan Han always glanced in Song Xiang's direction and only occasionally responded with one or two words.
After many times, Yang Ningning noticed it and wisely stopped talking.
She helped Yan Han bandage up, got a lot of medicine, and even asked someone to prepare some bone soup.
"If you need me for anything, you can come to me."
"Is it okay now?" Yan Han asked.
Yang Ningning's eyes lit up with joy, "Of course."
Song Xiang sat on the edge and quietly tightened his hand.