Song Xiang and Yan Han spent a week in the local area and agreed to go shopping, but they never had time.
After changing the map, Yan Han was busy squeezing her in various ways before it was too late, leaving no energy for her to run around.
The night before he went to meet the Kashiwahara family, he felt a little more at ease.
Early in the morning, Song Xiang lay on the bed, still feeling weak in his limbs.
"You're asleep and I'm going alone?"
The man was neatly dressed and in high spirits, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
Song Xiang opened her eyes and saw that he was full of energy. When she compared it with herself, she felt unbalanced for a while and managed to get up.
"Change!"
Yan Han smiled, went to get her clothes, and helped her wear them himself.
The appointment was for nine o'clock, and by the time he carried her into the car, it was already half past eight.
If he were in the imperial capital, no one would dare to complain about him even if he was late, but here is Abad, and the Kashiwahara family is very arrogant, so if he is late, it will be easy for others to criticize him.
Song Xiang woke up in the car, touched up her makeup, and quickly recalled what she wanted to talk about, thinking not to hold back.
Yan Han was very calm and said: "It has been more than a week, and we have discussed everything that needs to be discussed. We went over and just showed the conditions. If the other party thinks it is suitable, they will naturally extend an olive branch."
That's right, at times like this it just depends on which family has better conditions.
She leaned on his shoulder and asked him about the details of the Kashiwahara family.
The current head of the family, Kashiwara Yu, is only thirty years old. He has a wife, but he never shows her face and does not even know her name. This man is decisive in his actions and speaks his mind. In terms of style, he is a bit like Shun Han.
"The Kashiwahara family has its own drug research base, which has been exporting continuously for many years, and is internationally renowned." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang nodded.
Just in time, we reached the beach ahead, and Yan Song reminded us that we were about to reach our destination.
Song Xiang sat up straight and tidied her hair.
A few minutes later, the car stopped at the end of the coast.
Through the window, you can see a large wall. It is not high, but its length is scary. It should be the entire private territory of the Kashiwahara family.
After getting off the car, someone came to greet me.
They were all dressed in black suits, more solemn than the Yan family, it really looked like a funeral.
Song Xiang held Yan Han's arm and walked in gracefully.
The first two doors were nothing. Before entering the inner house, someone came over to take their temperature and perform a simple pupil, heart, and respiratory check.
Song Xiang felt a little uncomfortable and turned to look at Yan Han. Sure enough, she saw a hint of impatience in his eyes.
Yan Han didn't move, and the person who stepped forward to check took a step back, bowed, and explained.
"Mr. Yan, please don't mind. Too many people have visited the island recently. This inspection is only for the safety of all parties."
After saying that, he had no intention of retreating.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Song Xiang quietly tugged on Yan Han's sleeves.
Forget it, it's not that difficult.
Yan Han pulled a face and sat down at the examination table.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
She cooperated obediently. As soon as she finished, she turned to look at Yan Han and saw him raising his hand to block the inspector's hand.
The other party wants to touch his eyelids to check his pupils.
Song Xiang sighed, knowing that Yan Han would never cooperate.
"Sorry, Mr. Yan doesn't do this."
The other inspectors looked at each other in confusion.
"Your Kashiwahara family has too many rules."
Yan Han stood up, lowered the corners of his mouth, and his face completely darkened.
It's just a drug patent, so you dare to be so presumptuous in front of him, and you think too highly of yourself.
"Mr. Yan, calm down."
A voice came from the second floor on the side, and it was pure Chinese.
With a stern and cold face, he paid no attention.
Song Xiang held his arm and looked towards the source of the sound.