Song Xiang also didn't expect that she could talk about the past with Yang Yukun so calmly, and she didn't expect that Yang Yukun would just smile calmly after hearing this.
"I appreciate your candor." he said.
Song Xiang smiled bitterly and said: "There is no need to hide it. The imperial capital says it is big or small, and it is small. If you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it for the rest of your life."
Yang Yukun nodded, his eyes flickering, "You're right."
He stood up in front of Song Xiang, seemed to hesitate for a moment, opened his mouth and said, "I also have something to tell you."
Song Xiang was stunned and smiled, "I just had a brain twitch, you don't need to be so serious."
Yang Yukun shook his head, "Some things are better explained clearly from the beginning."
Song Xiang heard his tone, it seemed to be something very important, so she could only take it seriously.
"I……"
As soon as Yang Yukun opened his mouth, a frantic whistle sounded.
Song Xiang was startled, and when she turned around, she saw a black Bentley stopped near them, and the driver was honking the horn.
Yang Yukun stopped talking and asked Song Xiang, "Your friend?"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
The car had the license plate number of Yan Han, but she was not sure if it belonged to Yan Han.
While he was hesitating, the car window suddenly rolled down.
Yan Han's profile came into view, and Song Xiang couldn't help but be surprised.
The man didn't get out of the car, but his intention was obvious.
"Don't you want to go?" Yang Yukun asked.
Song Xiang had been depressed in the morning, but now he was so stubborn that he simply got up.
"Let's walk for a while."
Yang Yukun was surprised, then he looked into the car with a smile and followed Song Xiang forward.
Yan Han was sitting in the car, watching the two people walking further and further away, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Sure enough, courage can be cultivated.
He closed his eyes and told the driver: "Follow me."
The driver responded blankly and hurriedly followed.
The picture is weird.
Song Xiang walked down the boulevard, followed by the elegant Yang Yukun and a row of black cars.
Passers-by took a peek and suspected that a young lady from some family was traveling.
Song Xiang was stubborn and Yan Han was also a donkey.
Such a strange scene lasted for an entire hour and a half.
Finally, Yang Yukun stopped him, "Song Xiang, go back and rest. Your feet are not suitable for walking for too long."
Song Xiang couldn't help complaining in her heart and secretly glanced at the black car behind her. If it weren't for this retarded person, she wouldn't have walked for so long.
Yang Yukun walked over, patted her shoulder and said, "Get in the car, he has been waiting for a long time."
Song Xiang was surprised and a little confused about this person.
"What did you want to say to me just now?"
"I guess we can't make it today. Let's make an appointment next time, okay?"
Song Xiang was a little apologetic and agreed without thinking.
She took a gamble and was reluctant to give in to Yan Han.
Unexpectedly, Yang Yukun turned towards the black car and took the initiative to help Song Xiang open the door.
Yan Han frowned, and Song Xiang was confused.
"Sir, Song Xiang's feet are not in good condition and he needs to rest."
Song Xiang stood by the car and heard Yang Yukun leaning over to say hello to Yan Han in the car.
In the car, Yan Han instinctively wanted to reply to him, "What does it have to do with you?", but as soon as he saw Song Xiang's face, he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to say so.
This feeling of frustration made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He didn't say anything, and Song Xiang didn't stand still for too long at the door. He got into the car anyway, and Yang Yukun closed the door for them himself.