Song Xiang turned around and met the speaker's eyes.
Short hair, round face, tall figure, black short dress, clean and tidy from head to toe.
If she hadn't been so mean-mouthed, Song Xiang would have given this girl a thumbs up.
"Do we know this lady?"
"You don't know me, but I know you." The other party raised his chin with a proud attitude, "Dang Ge brought you here, right?"
Song Xiang half understood that she was being treated as a love rival.
"My name is Liang Ran, and my father is Liang Huaizhong." The other party introduced himself.
Song Xiang was speechless, feeling that this girl had lost all her good looks. Apart from her clothes, she only had an embroidered pillow.
He announced his father's name when he came up. How eager was he to show off his wealth.
She brushed away the stray hair on her cheeks, tilted her head, and deliberately asked: "Liang? Are you from the home of Director Liang, who is in the aviation industry?"
Liang Ran's expression froze, his lips tightened, his eyes rolled, and he was about to force himself to speak.
Song Xiang supported her chin with one hand and said again: "That's not right. There seems to be no young lady in the Liang family. Did I remember it wrong?"
Liang Ran's face darkened and he stared at Song Xiang.
Their family is in the food business, and although they have done well relying on the Duan family in recent years, they have nothing to do with the Liang family, which is in the aviation industry.
Song Xiang spoke a few words, sharply and straightforwardly piercing Liang Ran's upper crust.
"You don't need to care who I am, I'm more respectable than you anyway." Liang Ran snorted coldly, turned sideways and glanced in the direction of the hall, feeling a little proud, "Aunt Fen doesn't like you at all, you don't think so.
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There was no need for this silly comment. Song Xiang saw through Mrs. Duan’s character at first glance, and she was not the same person as Duan Xiangtian.
"Ms. Liang, I think you have misunderstood. Duan Ge and I are just ordinary friends. There is no need for you to treat me as an imaginary enemy." Song Xiang did not want to cause trouble, so she had no choice but to explain.
Liang Ran had a look of disdain on his face and said, "Stop pretending, if you have the ability to let Duan Ge take you home, you must have worked hard."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and licked his back molars, "Miss Liang, if you keep looking for trouble, I won't be polite."
Liang Ran rolled his eyes, "What can you do? It's just a lawsuit against me in front of Duan Ge. Do you think I will be afraid?"
"You're not afraid." Song Xiang answered her words and said expressionlessly: "But you care."
Liang Ran bit his lip and was pinched instantly.
Song Xiang leaned on the railing and raised his chin in the direction of the hall, "Let's go quickly, or if I fall next to you, it will be said that you pushed me, and you won't be able to escape even if you jumped into the Yellow River.
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Liang Ran glared, her originally smart and arrogant eyes filled with anger, she stamped her foot hard, "Just wait for me!"
Song Xiang: "..."
She is a good girl, good-looking and good at dressing up, but why is her brain so bad?
She was too lazy to talk to the other person, so she happened to glance over and saw Lan Lan clinging to Yang's side. The two of them were rubbing their ears together, and they were extremely close.
The plan was important and couldn't be ruined by Cheng Yaojin who showed up midway.
She straightened up, passed over Liang Ran who was about to explode with anger, and returned to the hall.
He chose a corner and sat down, observing the surroundings, not only keeping an eye on the person named Yang, but also keeping an eye on Yan Han.
Yan Han was always in the center of the crowd, and there was a steady stream of people making toasts. He held the wine in his hand, and he only pretended to take a small sip every time. He didn't change his cup for a long time.
In the middle of the process, Yan Han seemed to have something to do, so he withdrew from the crowd and left the venue alone with Duan Xiangtian.
Song Xiang watched the other party's back disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, as long as severe cold is around, she will feel stressed. This long-term psychological habit is difficult to change.
Song Xiang sighed, raised her eyes, and observed that Lan Lan had already walked out of the door with Yang on her arm.
She quickly stood up, picked up the handbag in her hand, and prepared to follow him out.
From her position to the door, you have to pass a champagne tower, which is almost two meters tall, with a waiter watching next to it.
Song Xiang just avoided it carefully and did not notice anyone approaching from behind.
Suddenly! The person behind her stretched out his foot and kicked her calf directly.
Song Xiang didn't even have time to scream before he threw himself in the direction of the champagne tower!