After leaving the field, Wang Fuxue gasped in disgust.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, cleared her throat, and changed the subject, "Where is Li Ying?"
Wang Fuxue shrugged and glanced at the side corner.
Li Ying sat depressed, while Nian Anxi was talking to her next to her.
Song Xiang didn't know why and followed Wang Fuxue.
"What's wrong?"
"Maybe you're tired from dancing." Nian Anxi smiled and said, "I've asked someone to prepare juice for you, don't drink champagne."
After she finished speaking, a maid came over with a tray.
There were three cups in total on the plate. Nian Anxi took one cup for Li Ying, Wang Fuxue took one cup, and the remaining cup belonged to Song Xiang.
However, before she stretched out her hand, Yan Han suddenly walked out and took away the juice before her.
"Li Han." Nian Anxi was inexplicably nervous and stood up.
Yan Han glanced at her.
Nian Anxi twitched her lips and said, "...That belongs to Song Xiang."
Yan Han: "What I robbed was hers."
Song Xiang: "..."
whispering sound--
She rolled her eyes, not bothering to tell him, and turned around to grab a nearby glass of champagne.
Li Ying drank the juice, but she was still in a bad mood and said she wanted to go upstairs to rest.
Nian Anxi asked someone to accompany her.
Song Xiang fought with Yan Yanhan, but he still did not forget about business.
Nian Yufeng was in the outdoor garden, and there were several people talking in front of him.
She could only wait outside, Yan Han was always near her, but disappeared at some point.
After about half an hour, there were finally fewer people at Nian Yufeng's place.
Just as she was about to step out, a person walked towards her.
"Secretary Song?"
Liya, the manager of Yan's financial department, is also an acquaintance.
Song Xiang raised his glass politely as a greeting, but he was still in a hurry to go out.
"Have you seen Mr. Yan?" Liya suddenly asked her.
Song Xiang glanced around and saw that she could no longer see Yan Han twenty minutes ago.
"I saw it." Leah raised her eyebrows and took a step closer, "Going downstairs, the seventeenth floor."
Song Xiang was confused and didn't understand what she meant.
The other party lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Yan doesn't look very good. He seems to be drunk."
Impossible, Yan Han didn’t drink at all.
Song Xiang raised his head and looked at Liya carefully.
If Nian Anxi hadn't landed by air, she would have been the new vice president of the finance department.
"President Nian seems to be following suit," Leah said again.
Song Xiang's heart sank and she felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.
She was silent for a moment, thanked Leah, and turned around, not going to the garden.
I hurriedly ran to the elevator, but the moment I entered, I saw Lin Cong following me.
She was smart enough to get off the elevator and take the stairs instead, and called Yan Song at the same time.
The entire eighteenth floor is covered, and the functions are clearly marked on the door.
Song Xiang knocked on the door one after another and walked to the innermost suite, but the door was not closed.
"Severe cold?"
Opening the door, the curtains were drawn inside, leaving only darkness.
Song Xiang suffered so much that he didn't dare to go in for a while.
"Come in……"
It was a hoarse voice, but it was obviously Yan Han.
Song Xiang was startled, opened the door and went in.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The room was so dark that she couldn't even see where Yan Han was.
"Close the door."
"oh……"
Song Xiang complied blankly. There was no peculiar smell in the room. Her first reaction was whether Yan Han was allergic.
Walking past the carpet at the door, she finally saw the person in the middle of the round sofa.