Song Xiang heard the movement outside and immediately guessed that Rong Boye was back.
She quickly straightened her hair, then took out her phone and turned on the camera to check her face, only to make sure there was nothing wrong before she felt relieved.
There was a knock on the door, and Yan Han went to open the door himself.
As soon as the door opened, Song Xiang still felt a hint of coolness from the rain curtain, mixed with a bit of Rong Boye's own pressure.
"Dad..." she called tentatively.
Outside the door, Rong Boye looked stern, and his sharp eyes swept around Yan Han's face. Before he entered the door, he asked, "When did you arrive?"
Yan Han told the truth, "I arrived a little earlier than you."
Rong Boye snorted almost inaudibly, looked behind him, and Yan Han got out of the way.
The father and daughter looked at each other, and Song Xiang immediately smiled and said, "Dad, come in quickly."
Rong Boye responded and walked past Yan Han into the room.
"How do you feel?" Rong Boye did not sit down, but scanned the room and looked at the environment.
Song Xiang nodded vigorously, "Very good."
Rong Boye said nothing and turned to look at Yan Han.
Yan Han understood, took out all the piles of checklists he had just read, handed them over one by one, and mentioned some key points by the way.
Song Xiang sat on the bed, not daring to express his anger.
One to the left and one to the right, there are people with extremely strong auras. They look like they are repelling each other, but in fact they are in the same group.
Rong Boye read through a bunch of checklists and made sure there were no problems, and then his expression softened.
After coming all night from Mecca, he barely slept a wink. When he was quiet for a while, he thought about every detail of the pregnancy period in Nanqing.
Pregnancy and death are almost inseparable in his world. He has never experienced the excitement of new life, only the despair of two lives.
Now that it's his daughter's turn to be pregnant, he is no less nervous than he was then.
"Why didn't you find it a few days ago?"
Sure enough, it was better to question Yan Han first.
Yan Han had a correct attitude and said: "It's my problem, I didn't think of it."
Song Xiang quickly explained: "Dad, I don't blame him, it's me..."
Before she could finish her words, she happened to catch a glimpse of Rong Boye's lowered corners of his mouth and quickly shut up knowingly.
"What are you going to do after you leave the hospital?"
"...go home." Song Xiang said.
"Which home?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang blinked, "Just..."
Yan Han: "Dad, I will take good care of her."
Rong Boye: "Your family doesn't even have a decent cook. Dad is not like dad, and mom is not like mom. You take care of her?"
Song Xiang quietly closed his mouth.
In fact, everything in the Shogunate Villa was well arranged. She and Yan Han also lived alone after their marriage. However, before the Shogunate, Yan Han lived alone before his marriage, and the staff was not as complete as the Rong family.
Everything else is not too different, except that the chefs of the Rong family are truly outstanding. Yan Han sometimes travels on business, and Song Xiang often goes back to eat alone.
"Go home." Rong Boye made the final decision without giving Yan Han a chance to speak.
Song Xiang thought about it, worried that Yan Han might not be used to it, "He..."
"Of course he has to come with you."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Han had a good attitude throughout the whole process. When Rong Boye finished showing off as father-in-law, he wisely went to the side to help Song Xiang peel the pomegranate.
Looking at his technique, Rong Boye probably did it often, and he felt much more relaxed.
"Your parents are also in this hospital?" Rong Boye suddenly asked.
Yan Han paused and said, "They are in the South District."