Yan Han leaned on the bedside with his eyes closed, wearing only a shirt. He looked clean, as if he had changed his medicine.
Song Xiang tiptoed in, not sure if he was asleep, and didn't know what to say for a while.
Suddenly, a violent ringing sound rang.
Yan Han frowned immediately.
Song Xiang was startled and quickly retreated out the same way with his cell phone.
I was about to hang up the phone when I realized it was Duan Ge.
She estimated that if he didn't answer the call, the young man would have to go to each hospital to find him, which would be even more troublesome.
I have no choice but to close the door first and answer the phone outside.
"Hello--"
"Song Xiang, where did you take Yan Han's grandson?!"
Song Xiang pursed her lips and said in an educational tone: "Duan Ge, you hit someone, it's very inappropriate to speak like this."
"Bah!" Duan Ge was very excited on the phone and shouted, "Is he Lin Daiyu? I just hit him on the back, did he faint on the spot?"
Song Xiang frowned, "Did you hit me on the back?"
"Nonsense! Damn, that bitch has a potted plant on his head, just pretending to be garlic! I didn't use the Pegasus Meteor Fist, can I punch him down and knock him down?" Duan Ge's voice became louder and louder, and the scene was probably about to explode.
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Song Xiang glanced behind him, a little unconvinced.
When she saw Yan Han's face, she turned pale on the spot.
Moreover, if he had a severe temper and didn't turn around to educate Duan Ge, how could he pretend to be sick?
"Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. You can find a hotel to rest first, and I will find time to find you."
Duan Ge is still shouting that he must confront Yan Han face to death.
Song Xiang forcibly hung up the phone, turned around and opened Yan Han's door again.
Looking inside, he happened to meet Yan Yanhan's dark eyes.
His hair, which was originally meticulously combed, had become loose and hanging down softly, covering most of his eyelashes.
The look in his eyes was more profound than threatening.
This is what severe cold looks like, it can't be fake.
Song Xiang felt that Duan Ge must not have seen clearly. He drank so much wine that it was impossible for his mind to be clear.
"Why don't you leave? You're not specifically looking for him?" Song Xiang didn't say anything, but Yan Han spoke first.
Song Xiang knew that he was unhappy and didn't pay attention to his tone, "Mr. Yan, Duan Ge drank too much. I apologize to you on his behalf."
"Why do you replace him? Who are you to him?" The man glanced over coldly.
Song Xiang was at a loss for words, feeling that what he said was really redundant. It was just a topic of conversation, and he had to over-interpret it.
"Do you need anything?"
Yan Han: "I have bodyguards and servants."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yeah, then I'm of no use.
According to the plot and character, she should turn around, but Yan Han had just saved her, so it was really inappropriate to leave like this.
"I'll wait outside. If you need anything, just call me."
He snorted harshly and closed his eyes.
Song Xiang sighed, walked to the door, and took the doorknob.
Even if you try hard, it won't turn?
No matter how hard I try, it still won't turn.
Tsk.
Song Xiang was a little nervous and turned to look at Yan Han, "The door... seems to be broken."
Yan Han opened his eyes to a thin line, glanced at her, and then lay down directly, as if he didn't want to care.
Song Xiang had no choice but to call Yan Song. Unexpectedly, she saw the message from Yan Song first.
——Miss Song, please take care of the young master inside. He is seriously injured.