Lu Zechen and the others were more or less aware of the Yan family's affairs, and they were discussing the situation in their words.
Nian Anxi sat next to him, peeled an apple, cut it into small pieces, and handed it directly to Yan Han's lips.
Yan Han glanced at it and shook his head, "I can't eat any more."
Nian Anxi tugged her lips and retracted her hand.
Song Xiang was dividing the juice, and as soon as he gave the last glass to Gong Shiheng, he heard Yan Han's voice.
"Where's mine?"
Song Xiang turned around, confused, "Didn't you just drink vegetable soup?"
puff.
A few heartless laughs.
Wang Fuxue laughed so much that her shoulders shook, and she pushed Song Xiang, "Xiang Xiang, can't we treat him so differently? You can't bear to give Mr. Yan a glass of juice?"
Song Xiang heard her joke and felt hot behind his ears, "He didn't say..."
Really, drink, drink, drink.
Yu Tianyu laughed next to him and joked: "If you drink too much, you have to go to the toilet, right?"
Lu Zechen: "I guess my legs and feet won't be able to use well by then."
Wang Fuxue: "Hey, what a scheming person!"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched. What did these people mean? The style of painting today was not quite right.
She wisely hid to the side and tried not to join in the fun.
However, Yan Han had many things to do, and problems soon arose, annoying her one after another.
Lu Zechen and the others were obviously watching the fun and making fun of them whenever they found the opportunity.
Song Xiang had a big head and wished they could leave quickly.
Unfortunately, this group of people had no eyesight, so they sat in the room for a while, then went to the entertainment hall upstairs, where they stayed until the dinner was over before planning to leave.
Song Xiang was so tired that his face turned sore from laughter.
Yan Han stayed with An Xi for a few years and didn't know what to say in the study.
Song Xiang ignored it and went to take a bath first.
…
study
Nian Anxi hadn't said a few words to Yan Han since she entered the house, and she had been feeling uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Yan Han finally asked her to stay, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
She and Yan Han were the only ones in the room. She probably had nothing serious to do and wanted to ask about Yan Han's injury.
Unexpectedly, Yan Han took out a stack of things from the drawer and threw them directly in front of her.
She was a little confused, took it out and glanced at it.
It was Song Xiang's application for payment. The original document was in the hands of Yan Han so quickly.
She remained calm and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Why not allocate money?" The man's voice was cold and emotionless.
Nian Anxi was shocked and returned the application, "If you are here, you can order me to allocate funds. If you are not here, of course I will allocate funds according to my own judgment."
After she finished speaking, she met a stern and cold gaze.
Both sides were speechless.
It looked like they were evenly matched, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on Nian Anxi's back.
"Is this the only judgment that Yan's vice president of finance has?"
There was a bang.
It was like five thunders struck.
Nian Anxi tightened her grip on the chair handle, "Li Han, I..."
"I hope this mistake will be the last."
The man interrupted Nian Anxi's words, took back the application form, and locked it in a drawer.
Nian Anxi swallowed, and only stood in a stalemate for a moment, then stood up and bowed to Yan Han.
"Don't worry, it won't happen again."
Yan Han didn't respond and tapped his fingers on the table.
"It's getting late, you should go first."
Nian Anxi's expression was stiff, and she tried hard to be calm before she managed to squeeze out some expression, "Okay."
She straightened her back as much as possible, opened the door and went out.
As soon as he raised his head, he happened to bump into Song Xiang coming out of the room.
She was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe it when she saw Song Xiang's hair was wet, "You live here?"