If the words are not speculative, there is nothing to say.
Song Xiang carried the bowl downstairs, and then did not enter Yan Han's room again, but asked the maid to carry it back.
She didn't say hello to Yan Han and drove back to the company late at night to work overtime.
I didn't sleep all night, but my mind was very clear.
In the morning, Yan Song called.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Song, are you in the company?"
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."
"Can I pick you up?"
Song Xiang expected something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Li from Tianhe, Mr. Du from Entertainment, and Mr. Lin, please invite the young master to the shooting range."
Song Xiang frowned, "Shooting?"
It's hard for those arms to be severely cold, let alone shooting or playing golf.
"Can't refuse?"
Yan Song: "The other party is here to test."
Song Xiang understood. The news about Yan Han's accident abroad was probably leaked. The Li and Du families cooperated with the Yan family in mining. They were probably worried about something happening to the Yan family, so they came to test it.
As for Lin Cong, there is a high probability that he is here to cause trouble.
Severe cold injuries are so sensitive that they cannot even go to a regular hospital, let alone expose them.
"You come and pick me up."
"OK."
When Yan Song heard her promise, his voice was filled with joy.
Song Xiang rubbed his eyes, took his coat and went out.
As soon as the elevator opened, he ran into Ding Fan, who was startled.
She didn't have time to say anything more and quickly went downstairs.
Yan Song came quickly. Not long after she arrived downstairs, the car had already arrived.
"President Nian will go too," Yan Song reminded.
Song Xiang didn't sleep all night. Hearing this, his brain couldn't help but feel swollen.
I leaned on the back seat and squinted for a while. When I arrived at the villa, it was just half past seven.
Nian Anxi's car was already at the door. As soon as Song Xiang walked in, she was sitting with Yan Han having breakfast.
When their eyes met, Song Xiang was calm, Nian Anxi frowned, and Yan Han was surprised.
He thought she was angry and would never come back.
Song Xiang looked calm, pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. The servant quickly brought her bowls and chopsticks.
"Isn't Yue Ji busy?" Nian Anxi asked.
Song Xiang said while eating: "What can a small company do? Compared with Mr. Nian, the financial director of the Yan family, I am no different from an idler."
Nian Anxi smiled and politely took out a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth.
There was silence.
After breakfast, it was exactly eight o'clock.
A car was prepared outside, and Nian Anxi and Yanhan went out one after another.
Nian Anxi subconsciously approached Yan Han, wanting Song Xiang to sit in a car alone.
Song Xiang returned to the house, not knowing what to do.
When she came out again, she changed her clothes.
Nian Anxi showed a little sarcasm, disdainful of this kind of superficiality.
Just as she was about to speak, Song Xiang had already walked over.
"Miss Nian, please sit down in one of the cars. I have something to tell Mr. Yan."
Nian Anxi was stunned, not expecting her to hit a straight ball.
"I……"
Before he finished speaking, Song Xiang had already leaned over and sat next to Yan Han.
Nian Anxi had no choice but to sit in a car.
In the car, Yan Han couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Song Xiang acting uncharacteristically.
As soon as Song Xiang sat down, he started rummaging through the small bag.
She took out a tube of lipstick and waved to Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, come here."
Yan Han lowered his face and asked, "What do you mean?"
Song Xiang was helpless, "Have you seen the color of your lips?"
The pale color is tinged with purple, and even a blind person can tell that you are sick.
Yan Han frowned, "No need."
Song Xiang was too lazy to say anything more and started directly, "Please put the overall situation first."