Yan Han drove all the way home, got out of the car with a cold face, walked to the door of the main house, and suddenly slowed down.
He breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately made himself look relaxed.
"Hurry up, hurry up, Xiangxiang is bleeding a lot!"
"Auntie, it's okay, just a little break."
When he first entered the door, the living room was in chaos. The maid wiped past him with scrapped gauze, which was covered with blood.
"Master."
The maid said hello, and everyone who was busy suddenly noticed him.
An Xuyue looked surprised and ran all the way to her son without putting down the gauze in her hand.
"Xiao Yan!"
Yan Han responded calmly and followed everyone's gaze to the sofa.
Song Xiang's hands were wrapped in gauze, and there was no blood on her face. When she noticed his gaze, she raised her head, her expression a little reluctant.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was very strange.
The housekeeper came up with a sigh and described the situation.
"Madam was going to make fruit tea, and Miss Song was helping to cut the watermelon, but accidentally..."
"You can get hurt even if you cut a watermelon." Yan Han said casually, turning his head and catching a glimpse of Song Xiang's inadvertently lowered corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but swallow the second half of the sentence.
He stood in front of the sofa. It was not good to go upstairs directly. If he stayed, he would have nothing to say.
Fortunately, An Xuyue was not afraid of his cold face and pulled him aside.
“The fruit tea is only half done, but it’s still drinkable.”
She kept chattering and pushed Yan Han to the dining table.
The servant brought up a crystal tea bucket with all kinds of fruits in it, which looked messy.
Yan Yanhan glanced at the blood stains on the gauze in front of Song Xiang and looked at the bucket of fruit tea. He was really not in a good mood.
The most important thing is that the evil spirit that came back from the Golden Zone is still there, and the look in the woman's eyes when she left made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Have a try."
An Xuyue didn't notice his strange mood. Because of what she did a few days ago, she thought Yan Han would not want to see her for at least a few months. She didn't expect that he would come back as soon as Song Xiang was injured.
Yan Han's eyes fell on the tea in front of him, he raised his head slightly, and looked back and forth at the bucket of fruit.
There were many yellow fruits, and every one of them looked like mangoes.
Of these two women, one probably didn’t remember that he was allergic to mangoes, and the other probably wanted to stuff mangoes into his mouth.
None of it is believable.
"There are no mangoes." Song Xiang guessed what Yan Han was thinking when he saw Yan Han's expression, and couldn't help but remind him.
Yan Han hummed without leaving any trace, and reluctantly picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.
It's sour and sweet, not too unpleasant to drink.
He didn't enter again, put down the cup and stood up.
"Don't do it again."
Song Xiang pursed her lips. She didn't feel anything at all, but she probably felt An Xuyue was sad.
However, An Xuyue's expression did not change and she nodded vigorously, "Okay, I'll do something else for you next time!"
This expression reminded Song Xiang of a word.
Licking the dog.
Tsk.
She suddenly felt a little balanced. Even her own mother had no face in front of Yan Han. Yan Han usually gave her some looks, but that was nothing.
Yan Han passed by her and went upstairs without looking back.
Song Xiang sniffed lightly and could smell the heavy smell of alcohol on his body.
There's also a little... rose water scent.
"Xiangxiang, you also have a drink."
While she was distracted, An Xuyue brought a cup of tea to her face.