"Whether she gets married or not is her business. What does it have to do with you?"
The old man's face was calm and he did not exert any pressure. "Don't be stupid and delay other people's children."
After saying that, he stood up and walked two steps with a cane.
Song Xiang stood aside, his whole body tense.
"I've seen your information. You don't have a father?"
Song Xiang's heart twitched and she couldn't help but clenched her fists.
She raised her head, looked at Yan Zhenting and said, "My father passed away."
It’s not that I don’t have a father.
"Who doesn't have a father?" With a stern and cold face, he spoke to the old man without restraint, "Are you confused?"
"Confused, but not blind." Yan Zhenting glanced at Yan Han, then turned to look at Song Xiang, "Where's mom?"
The almost interrogation-style questioning made people feel uncomfortable all over.
Song Xiang knew that this was also a humiliation.
If everything about her is flattened out and compared to Yan Han's situation, silence is better than sound.
She opened her mouth, but Yan Han spoke first.
"Her mother is in Jin City, being guarded by her father, whom she has never met."
He raised his head and looked at Yan Zhenting, "Quite noble."
Yan Zhenting: "..."
Song Xiang swallowed, feeling complicated. Her throat, which had been pinched, suddenly had a chance to breathe.
"It's not easy for your mother. The future will all depend on you."
The old man didn't look at Yan Han, he approached Song Xiang, patted Song Xiang on the shoulder, and said: "Be careful, your future will be more than what you are now. Give your mother some credit and don't go down the wrong path."
Song Xiang straightened his back, stared at the opposite wall, and spoke clearly: "Thank you for the reminder."
"alright."
Yan Zhenting took back his hand and tapped his crutch, "It's getting late, I should go back."
With a stern and cold face, he had no intention of getting up to say goodbye.
The old man knew that he had stepped on his tail, so he didn't care. He put one hand behind his back and walked out slowly.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly asked Song Xiang.
"Do you have a blind date?"
Song Xiang smiled, "Yes."
"That's good."
The old man glanced at Yan Han, caught a glimpse of the flash of chill, and turned his head with satisfaction.
The room was very quiet, and the movement in the corridor was clearly heard.
When the sound of the car's engine was heard outside, Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
Her back was to Yan Han, and neither party could see each other's expressions.
"The porridge is cold, I'll get another bowl."
She calmed down her emotions and turned around to get the bowl on the bedside table.
Yan Han stood up suddenly, grabbed her wrist, and said with sharp eyes: "Where did you find your blind date?"
Song Xiang forced a smile and made an excuse: "I just lied to the old man."
Yan Han had a stern look on his face, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Song Xiang had been with him for many years, so how could he not see clearly whether he was lying or not.
His thoughts were broken, and Song Xiang grabbed his wrist hard.
"I am already twenty-five years old, and I should have gone on a blind date."
Yan Yanhan asked: "Who is it?"
Song Xiang didn't know what he meant, but he didn't feel confident telling him.
"I'm not sure. It was recommended by the aunt in the nursing home. My mother hasn't given me the other party's information yet."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han turned away.
"Who can be a good person who can throw my mother into a nursing home?"
Song Xiang took a breath and said calmly: "I am also that kind of person."
Severe and speechless.
Song Xiang glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't delay my business because of marriage."