Song Xiang soaked in ice water for half an hour. The skin on her fingers began to swell and her mind became completely clear.
There was constant movement outside. Yan Han didn't know where she fell. He threw her into the water but forgot to fish her out.
She climbed out of the bathtub with difficulty, her clothes all wet and clinging to her body.
With a swish sound, the glass sliding door was opened.
Standing by the door with a stern and cold face, he took the woman's entire body into his eyes.
Song Xiang knew this was inappropriate, but she had to crawl out first, otherwise she would freeze to death inside if Shun Han left her alone.
He held on to the bathtub with difficulty and tried to get out with his legs, but he had no strength under his feet. With a slight slip, he fell over.
The world was spinning for a while, my body almost hit the pool, and my head hurt terribly.
Looking up, the man's leather shoes were not far away.
She felt embarrassed and didn't get up for a long time without clenching her hands.
Yan Yan stood there for a while, then casually threw the towel in his hand to the woman, suppressed his anger and leaned over, holding her waist and lifting her upper body.
Song Xiang felt his anger and huddled motionless.
The man carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed without gentleness.
Song Xiang had just soaked in cold water and was suddenly thrown away. He couldn't help coughing hard, and his tears overflowed.
Her hair was soaked and stuck to her face in an awkward manner, and with the unexpected tears, she looked like a puppy that had fallen into the water, trembling pitifully.
"Cry, do you know how to cry now?"
"How many times have I told you! Let you stay away from him!"
His voice was not loud, but it could easily touch Song Xiang's heart.
She was scared, but also angry. Even after being scolded, she could only huddle on the bed and tremble.
Yan Han's expression was not good, and his chest was heaving violently. Especially when he saw Song Xiang's useless look, his anger surged up, and he wished he could smash everything around him.
He pressed his belt with both hands, turned around, kicked over a chair, and said harshly: "I usually have a sharp tongue and a bad temper towards me."
"You are as stupid as a pig if you let people bully you again and again!"
God knows how he felt the moment he walked in.
A woman who was usually so powerful was lying disheveled on the bed, being bullied without any ability to fight back.
He heard her call his name hoarsely.
The picture flashed through his mind, and he was so angry that he raised his hand and smashed a lamp on the bedside table.
The person on the bed trembled all over and finally couldn't help crying.
The room fell silent, amplifying her cries instantly.
The man's eyebrows narrowed and his face became extremely gloomy.
Song Xiang wiped her face vigorously, got up from the bed, and stared at the man's back with red eyes.
"You are the stupid one."
Yan Han was shocked and turned around in disbelief.
Song Xiang sniffed and began to speak with trembling lips.
"You let Nian Anxi enter the finance department and let her strangle my life!"
"Why should I believe what you say? Are you a good person?"
Yan Han's face darkened and he took a big step forward, his sense of oppression rising instantly.
Song Xiang straightened his back and continued talking desperately, like pouring beans.
"You think saving me once is a big deal, don't you?!"
"What are you pretending to be? It's not like you haven't sent me out directly before!!"
A heavy punch hit Yan Hanxin and Song Xiang himself on the head.
After Song Xiang finished speaking, his voice was stuck in his throat, and it took only one breath to maintain his aura and look at Yan Han.