"It must be true, otherwise why would Yan Han leave in such a hurry?"
Song Xiang and Su Man walked out of the office, where several secretaries huddled together were talking to each other.
"What are you talking about?"
As soon as Song Xiang spoke, the secretaries all dispersed instantly.
"Hello, Mr. Song."
"What are you talking about?"
Several little girls looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and handed the phone to Song Xiang.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, we shouldn't chat in the office area..."
Song Xiang didn't listen to the secretary's apology. All her attention was attracted by the messages on her phone.
A news broke, it was reported that Yan Zhicheng had a car accident abroad and his life and death were unknown. Yan Yanhan urgently took a special plane to Europe.
The accompanying picture was very blurry, but Song Xiang could still recognize it at a glance. It was indeed Yan Han in the photo.
Song Xiang held the phone and was unable to react for a moment.
When she left in the morning, Shun Han's condition had just improved. It had only been one morning, and he had gone abroad directly.
Seeing that something was wrong with her, Suman pushed her twice from behind.
Song Xiang came to her senses and returned the phone to the secretary.
Everyone dispersed tremblingly, and Suman quickly pulled Song Xiang back to the office.
"What's going on? Do you want to call and ask?"
Song Xiang sat down and twitched her lips, "How should I ask?"
Do subordinates care about their boss’s father?
No matter how you think about it, it's over the line.
Suman curled her lips, offered to bring her food, and then left the office.
Song Xiang sat alone at her desk, hesitated for a moment, and finally called Zhao Zhe.
"Mr. Yan hasn't come over yet. The public relations department is suppressing the news for the time being. We don't know what's going on."
Song Xiang had expected this and hung up the phone.
She thought for a while and turned to the number Yan Song had called her a few days ago.
There was a busy tone.
Can't get through at all.
I put down my phone, my heart was beating so fast.
News of Yan Zhicheng's disappearance spread like wildfire. She swiped her phone twice and several speculative posts popped up.
She couldn't help but click on it and read it. The comments in several articles were very similar.
It is said that Yan Zhicheng was not in a car accident, but was chased by his enemies. The Yan family's business in Europe is probably about to fall apart.
Such rumors, whether true or false, will have an impact on Yan's stock. It is estimated that the public relations department has already blown up.
Song Xiang casually flipped through the few documents on the table, feeling a little irritated.
After hesitating for a moment, he simply took the key and returned to Shogun Villa.
The car that picked up the doctor last night was still there, but the doctors were all gone. They probably all followed Yan Han on the plane.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw the old housekeeper sighing in the courtyard.
"Miss Song?"
"Where's Madam?" Song Xiang thought for a moment and didn't ask Yan Han.
The old housekeeper looked around and took her to the side, "Not long after you left, the madam and the young master left. I don't know the specific situation."
Song Xiang counted the time and realized that Yan Han had been lifted from the bed.
"You can come again in the evening." The old housekeeper suggested.
Song Xiang's face was calm and he thanked her.
When he turned around, the expression on his face was a little tense.
She had been following Yan Han for five years, and it was not like she had not experienced big things.
This is the first time that a sudden disappearance like this has caused the whole world to speculate wildly.
She drove back to Yueji with an expressionless face. When she entered the office, she was not in the mood to work. She didn't even take a bite of lunch.
By the afternoon, Yan Han had not shown up for a long time, public opinion was once again a hot topic, and Yan's stock price also fluctuated.