"My silly grandson might be coming up to see you."
Yan Zhenting glanced at Song Xiang's face and knew that he had said enough. He changed directions at the right time and gave Song Xiang a chance to relax.
Song Xiang sat across from him, his face extremely expressionless.
She didn't know whether to pray that Yan Han would come quickly or hope that he wouldn't show up.
Yan Han came and was able to take her away, but it seemed to also verify Yan Zhenting's statement.
"Although that girl Li Ying doesn't look smart, she is simple and much more real than you." The old man sighed again.
Song Xiang couldn't listen to the old man's words at all. She deliberately stood up, but as soon as she sat up, someone held her shoulders down.
The old man gestured to her, "Don't worry, he will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was movement outside.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and tensed up unconsciously.
Bang!
The door was knocked open.
"grandfather!"
A stern and cold voice.
Song Xiang did not dare to turn around, but raised her gaze and met Yan Zhenting's cold gaze.
The old man won and said no more. He looked at Yan Han and asked, "What are you doing so frizzy?"
Yan Han glanced at Song Xiang, came up and grabbed her, noticed that her face turned pale, and asked the old man directly.
"What did you say to her?"
The old man had a cold face and an aggressive tone, "What can I say? My words are not a knife, can they hurt someone?"
Song Xiang smiled bitterly in his heart, it was not a knife, it was better than a knife.
Yan Han wanted to say more, but she took a step back.
"Mr. Yan, I'm going out first."
She looked obviously wrong. Yan Han stopped entangled with the old man and pulled her out.
As soon as he went out, Song Xiang leaned against the wall.
Yan Han's eyes darkened, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang supported the wall with one hand, her lips trembling, "It's okay..."
"What did the old man tell you to make you so scared?"
She wasn't scared, but panicked. She couldn't explain the reason.
"I'm fine, really. You...just go and do your work first."
She was a little afraid to look at Yan Han. Yan Zhenting's words were like a mirror, revealing too many things in her heart that could not be seen. Facing Yan Han, her confidence suddenly disappeared.
Yan Han noticed something was wrong with her, clicked his tongue, and picked her up without any explanation.
Song Xiang was shocked, but speechless.
She grabbed Yan Han's shirt and stared at his jawline, feeling guilty unconsciously.
Yan Han randomly found a room and put Song Xiang down.
"It's almost time for me to speak downstairs. Please sit here for a while and stop running around."
Song Xiang lowered his head and said nothing.
Yan Han guessed that the old man had said something harsh, so he raised his hand and patted Song Xiang's head, "If you have anything to do, wait until I get back."
Song Xiang finally responded and nodded slightly.
Yan Han went out and arranged a bodyguard at the door.
The door to the room was closed, and Song Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to make any big movements while breathing.
The cell phone next to her kept ringing, but she didn't answer it.
The ringing ended, then started ringing again, one after another.
She took out her mobile phone mechanically and answered the call without looking at the contact, like a puppet, "Hello——"
"Song Xiang, I'm sorry, I'm Yang Yukun. Your mother disappeared two hours ago. Is it convenient for you to come now?"
All the blood in the body rushed to the soles of the feet in an instant, and the cold made the calves tremble.
Song Xiang couldn't hold her phone steady and dropped the phone directly to the ground.
Yang Yukun's voice kept coming from the phone, "Hello? Song Xiang..."