Song Xiang curled her lips, complaining inwardly about being a stern and cold-blooded thief, and easily passed the blame to her.
After going upstairs, Zhao Zhe led her to Yang Ningning's room and took the initiative to knock on the door for her.
There were obviously urgent footsteps inside, and the door opened.
"Brother Li Han!"
Song Xiang: "..."
Eyes facing each other.
Yang Ningning's smile was fixed on her face, and she was a little overwhelmed.
Song Xiang took the initiative to walk in, "Sorry, he is a little busy, so I can only come to see you."
Yang Ningning nodded, exhaled, her attitude was quite natural, and followed her inside.
"It doesn't matter. I know he's busy. If he asks you to do something at this time, it's just because I'm ignorant."
When she said "you", she grasped the scale very well.
Song Xiang put down her bag, asked her to sit down with her, and asked Zhao Zhe to help order food.
"Let's eat first and talk while we eat."
"OK."
Yang Ningning sat down, her posture was generous, and she took the initiative to talk to Song Xiang.
"Don't worry, my identity is legal and no one knows what my brother is doing abroad. I won't cause you any trouble."
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Miss Yang, you should know that even if your identity is clean, your existence itself is a trouble."
This happened because the Yang family took the wrong side. Those who were suppressing their family were gaining the upper hand. If Yan Han stepped in to help her, those people might think that she was in the same group as the Yang family.
Yang Ningning didn't expect her to speak so straightforwardly, and her face turned pale and green, "Yes..."
"But we should help you." Song Xiang said again.
Yang Ningning was stunned.
Song Xiang said: "When he was in Dianzhou, your Yang family helped him, and he owes your family a favor."
Yang Ningning lowered her eyes, then raised her head to look at Song Xiang, "Aren't you angry?"
"I'm not angry, I'm just worried." Song Xiang shrugged and said, "I've caused enough trouble for him, but I don't want other women to cause him more trouble."
Yang Ningning smiled faintly and poured a glass of juice for Song Xiang while the meal arrived.
Song Xiang asked: "What do you want him to help you with?"
"Work." Yang Ningning sat down and said, "My major is a doctor."
Song Xiang understood.
"I will help you make arrangements as soon as possible. You will have to stay in a hotel during this period."
Yang Ningning nodded and thanked her again and again.
After things became clear, Song Xiang and Yang Ningning had nothing in common, so they left the house halfway through the meal.
When I got downstairs, I saw an extra car outside.
As soon as she walked in, the window rolled down.
Yan Han sat inside, teasing her with a smile in his eyes, "Madam is so awesome, she handled it so quickly."
Song Xiang: "..."
She glared at him, opened the car door and got in.
"It's obviously your business, but you still let me do it!"
Yan Han leaned over and pressed his chin on her shoulder, "I am surrounded by your eyeliners. How dare I do something like this that would destroy my innocence?"
Song Xiang raised his hand and gave it to him.
She was worried that he would help her recall yesterday's drunken behavior and ask other things before he could talk.
"When you left this morning, did you go to the hospital to see your father?"
Yan Han responded.
"How is Mr. Yan?"
"The injury was serious. After three months of recovery, he is still not feeling well."
Song Xiang was silent and in a complicated mood.
Yan Han hugged her and said, "It has nothing to do with you and me. It's his own sin."
Song Xiang shook his head, "Let Yan Song go buy something, and we'll go to the hospital."
Yan Han frowned, "Are you willing to see him?"
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Either we are bound by the grudges of the previous generation and never interact with each other until we die, or we can think clearly and interact normally."