After coming out of the hospital, Yan Song was still waiting outside.
"Miss Song, get in the car."
Song Xiang got into the car in a daze, remembering what Yan Han said about the hour, and couldn't help biting her lip.
Yan Song sent her back to Zijin Jiayue, but neither Wang Fuxue nor Yu Tianyu came back yet.
"If you have anything, you can call me."
Before leaving, Yan Song made a special statement.
Song Xiang thanked him again and again before dragging his tired body upstairs.
On the second day of my period, I was tossing back and forth, and my body couldn't bear it at all.
After taking a hot bath, I was almost exhausted.
After taking two painkillers, the drowsiness returned.
After two hours of hard sleep, my cell phone rang back and forth, and I fumbled to answer the call.
"Hello--"
"Song Xiang, it's me."
A familiar voice came.
Song Xiang opened his eyes, "Duan Ge?"
"I'm at the company, can you come over and help me take a look?"
In Song Xiang's impression, Duan Ge had always looked like a lion with fried hair, and he never spoke in a low voice. Now on the phone, he seemed to be shuddering.
She sighed and reluctantly got up, "Are you the only one in the company?"
"There is also a secretary."
Song Xiang thought for a while and said, "Then just wait for me. I'll go over now."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, I looked up at the clock and saw it was almost nine o'clock.
I packed up a little and drove out.
My arms and legs are weak and it is difficult to turn the steering wheel.
When she arrived downstairs at Duan's company, a secretary was waiting for her outside.
The building was already empty, almost everyone was off work, and the floor where Duan Xiangtian's office was located was completely dark.
There was only one brightly lit office at the end, with the door wide open. Duan Ge was sitting at the foot of the sofa, surrounded by documents on the floor.
Song Xiang walked in and looked dizzy.
Duan Ge closed his eyes slightly, saw her coming in, and pointed to something on the ground.
"My uncle's masterpiece."
Song Xiang knelt down and randomly selected a few points to look at, "Asset dispute?"
"Yeah." Duan Ge leaned back, punched the sofa hard, and cursed repeatedly, "My dad had an accident in the morning, and the company has an asset dispute in the evening. We must hold a board meeting to resolve it tomorrow!"
He put his hands on his knees and hung his head between them, "Stupid old man, you don't usually teach me..."
Song Xiang has no choice but to teach you, but you must be willing to learn.
"Don't worry, I'll help you sort it out first, and then I'll make a plan to solve it."
Song Xiang squatted on the ground, picked up the documents one by one, and separated them according to asset categories.
Duan Ge glanced at her, "Can you do it?"
Song Xiang was silent, "Understand a little bit."
These were all learned from Yan Han. She was just a secretary and only had a superficial understanding of them.
Duan Ge scratched his head, "There will be a board meeting tomorrow, and my second uncle wants me to talk about these disputes at the meeting."
Obviously, this is to make the prince lose face in front of the old ministers. When Duan Xiangtian fails to wake up, Duan Ge will have no right to speak at all.
Song Xiang was holding a pile of documents and thinking of one person.
If he were here, he would definitely be able to solve it well.
"If the old man wakes up and finds that I have lost the company, he will probably wish he could not wake up."
Duan Ge's voice sounded behind him again, feeling extremely regretful.
Song Xiang sighed, "If I invite reinforcements, can you be polite?"
Duan Ge: "Even if you ask me to kneel down, I won't hesitate."
Song Xiang: "Whoever it is?"
"I can't bear the severe cold."
Song Xiang: "..."
She cleared her throat and put down her things, "I'll go out and make a phone call."