Song Xiang thought for a moment and looked at Yan Song, "I want to go to the supermarket. Could you please take me there?"
"Supermarket?" Yan Song hesitated, "I'm afraid the stuff in the supermarket is too cheap."
Song Xiang shook his head, "Expensive things may not necessarily be good."
Yan Song paused and looked up at Yan Han.
Yan Han was unhappy and wanted to refute Song Xiang personally, but when it came to business matters, he felt that what Song Xiang said made sense.
"Go and drive."
"Yes." Yan Song nodded and hurried out and went downstairs.
There were only two of them left in the living room. Song Xiang turned around, smiled at Yan Han, and then moved sideways from Yan Han to the door like a crab.
"Well, you can rest at home and I'll go with Yan Song."
After she finished speaking, she thought she would only get a few words from Yan Han to get rid of her, but Yan Han actually walked straight towards the door.
Song Xiang was confused, "Do you want to go to the supermarket too?"
Yan Han ignored her, didn't even snort, changed his shoes, went out directly, and even knocked on the door.
Song Xiang was speechless, whispered at the door, quickly changed his shoes and went up.
Yan Han didn't even wait for her in the elevator, so the two of them were one step behind, and Song Xiang had to wait for the next one.
After finally getting downstairs, Yan Song left the car and waited at the door. Yan Han got in the car first.
Song Xiang originally wanted to sit in the front, but Yan Song suddenly got out of the car and motioned for her to drive.
Song Xiang was stunned when she saw Yan Song walking to the back and leaning over the car window to talk to Yan Han.
She vaguely heard the word "ma'am" and immediately guessed that something was wrong with An Xuyue.
In the rearview mirror, Yan Han's brows were furrowed and he nodded after a long time.
Yan Song said hello to Song Xiang, and then trotted towards the gate.
Song Xiang looked up at the mirror and cleared his throat, "Mr. Yan, let's set off."
Mr. Yan doesn’t want to pay attention to you, and he doesn’t even want to look at you for charity.
Song Xiang curled his lips and ignored him.
It was late at night, so she started the car and drove slowly to the supermarket.
There is a member supermarket near Hengshanju. The quality of the products there is quite high and is better than what is available in ordinary supermarkets.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Song Xiang turned around and asked Yan Han, "Do you want to wait in the car?"
Yan Han snorted, opened the door and got out of the car.
Song Xiang was startled, quickly put on a mask, and then got out of the car with a new mask.
It's so harsh, it's like getting out of the car and walking away in a deserted place.
Song Xiang ran after him and grabbed Yan Han's arm, "Are you crazy?!"
Yan Han's expression was serious, "Is your brain divided again?"
Song Xiang was speechless and raised the mask in his hand, "This is not a private club, it's a supermarket, a supermarket!"
Yan Han: "..."
He really didn't have this idea and looked around. Fortunately, it was a weekday night and there weren't many people around.
Song Xiang didn't say any nonsense, and didn't give Yan Han a chance to think. He started directly and pressed the mask on him very roughly.
Yan Han stared, obviously unhappy, but this was not an environment he was familiar with, and he couldn't even retort confidently.
As soon as he put on the mask, a young couple passed by. The woman stared at Yan Han several times.
Sure enough, I heard a conversation the next second.
"This man looks like Shun Han..."
Song Xiang & Yan Han: "..."
"You're overthinking it. Who's worth hundreds of billions would come to the supermarket at night?"
"That's right..."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Yan Han.