Song Xiang was not lucky enough to go out decently with a cane, because Yan Han called her a stretcher "out of mercy" and she was carried out in full view of the public.
Watching her all the way was more serious than killing her.
After getting in the car, Yan Han sat next to her, neither of them looking sideways, their eyes not intersecting.
Song Xiang's expression was numb and she asked desperately, "Mr. Yan, can I walk by myself when I get off the bus?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows in a slight arc, chuckled in an odd voice, and said deliberately: "You don't want a stretcher, but you want someone who can support you to carry you down?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Before getting in the car just now, Yan Han refused to take Duan Ge with him by saying "commercial secret". Duan Ge's own car was not running, so he could only take a taxi bitterly.
However, Yan Han's driver was so capable that after two or three turns, the taxi Duange was riding in had disappeared from the rearview mirror.
He also eliminated the only person who could help her and made sarcastic remarks around her.
The villain in Song Xiang's heart was spitting fire like crazy, but she still maintained a "secretary-like" calmness on her face. At worst, she would go in on a stretcher, which would just be a personal loss.
The biggest problem now is the enquiry. She has to clean herself up. Even if it is confirmed that she has falsified her performance, she still has to seize the opportunity to disassociate herself from Wang Yong's performance. This is a God-given opportunity.
Thoughts ran through her mind, and the car had already arrived at Yan's territory.
The familiar underground garage has a large space, and at a glance there is an endless variety of luxury cars.
Song Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart quickly settled down. The Yan family is now a dragon's pool and a tiger's den to her, but it was once a place where she shined. She should not be afraid.
The car stopped, someone came to open the door, and two bodyguards "considerately" carried Song Xiang's stretcher down.
Song Xiang's forehead veins twitched. He glanced at the stretcher and avoided looking at it. He stubbornly pulled the car door on his side, trying to get out on his own.
She tried twice and found that the car door was locked and could not be opened at all.
"Don't wait for Duan Ge?" Yan Han suddenly asked.
Song Xiang was speechless. He didn't understand why he couldn't get over this joke. Why did he mention it so repeatedly?
She turned around patiently, trying to explain clearly to Yan Han, but the man seemed to have expected that she was going to speak, and got out of the car the next second without giving her a chance to speak.
The bodyguards carrying the stretcher looked at each other, and one of them boldly asked Song Xiang, "Miss Song, do you need help?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and said reluctantly, "No, thank you."
She held the seat with one hand and moved little by little towards the door. When she was about to get out of the car, she was blocked by Shuang Han standing at the door.
"Mr. Yan, please give way."
Yan Han did not give in, but slowly turned around.
"No need for a stretcher?"
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth rose symmetrically, and his eyes were full of stubbornness, and he said: "My legs are not amputated, I can walk."
"With a disabled body and a strong mind, it is worthy of praise." Yan Han's expression was sarcastic, and he turned sideways to make way for the woman in front of him, intending to watch her attempt to commit suicide.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, prepared to suffer, straightened his legs bit by bit, and stepped on the ground tentatively.
She straightened her leg and felt no pain, so she thought it wouldn't matter if she applied a little force, so she simply put half of her body weight on the injured leg.
ah--!
The excruciating pain instantly defeated his psychological defense. Song Xiang's legs softened and he fell forward.
She closed her eyes and prepared herself for wrestling.
However, this time was different. The expected pain did not come, and the body did not fall to the cold ground.
At the critical moment, Yan Han moved in front of Song Xiang and caught her falling body.
There were gasps all around, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Song Xiang being caught.
Yan Han caught Song Xiang, but his expression was ugly, and he yelled and reprimanded: "How is being so stubborn different from stupidity?!"
He picked up Song Xiang, his movements were ruthless, and pushed her directly into the car again.
Song Xiang stepped out of the car door, then sat down on the side of the car. Her mind was a little dazed for a moment, and she raised her head to look at Yan Han blankly.
The man's eyes were dark and there was nothing disturbing at first glance, but Song Xiang felt a chill. She shrank back knowingly and turned to the bodyguard next to her awkwardly, "Sorry, I may need help."
Just sit on a stretcher, it's better than being frightened to death by the severe cold.