Song Xiang felt very sorry for Mr. Sun. It was said that this man had a tigress in his family, and he rarely even socialized. He finally went out for a meal and had to bear the stern and cold look at Ling Chi. It was really a crime.
After finally finishing the meal, Mr. Sun's face turned pale and he had to force a smile to send them to the car.
Song Xiang sighed, feeling that the other party was too pitiful.
Yan Han looked at her and felt that she was quite pitiful. Where he couldn't see her, he met people with evil intentions.
When he got out of the car at the door of his house, he walked to Song Xiang, suddenly raised his hand and patted her head.
Song Xiang:???
Why is it like patting a dog?
Yan Han finished patting her head and walked into the corridor with a frown.
Song Xiang touched his head, his heartstrings moved inexplicably, and he stood there for a long time before following him.
After entering the elevator and returning home, Yan Han answered the phone and went to the study.
Song Xiang quickly picked up his clothes and took a shower, all the time at double speed.
study
Since the last gathering with the Li family, the old man has not expressed his position, and Yan Han has not pressed the gun himself.
In the past two days, the Lin family's dealings had caused such commotion that it shocked half of the Beijing business community, and the old man finally spoke.
As soon as the video opened, the old man's face was revealed.
Both grandfather and grandson were silent, and no one spoke first.
After a long time, the old man took a step back.
"Isn't it in the shogunate?"
Yan Han: "The house outside."
The old man snorted and scanned half the room in the video.
The place is small and the things are not exquisite. Even a hotel where Shun Han stays casually would not be so shabby.
"It's where Song Xiang lives." He said firmly.
Yan Han did not refute.
The old man chuckled, pressing his hands on the crutches, his eyes filled with coldness.
"Lin Ruxuan couldn't see you, so he came to see me. You made such a big fuss just because of Song Xiang."
Yan Han's expression remained unchanged: "It has nothing to do with Song Xiang. It was Lin Ruxuan who was unlucky and gave birth to a waste."
"You are not a waste." The old man interrupted him and said, "I just hate you now because I made you so useful. Old man, you are planning to rebel before I am dead."
Yan Han paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at the person in the video.
"Grandpa, are you planning to let Mr. Lin go?"
"Whether Lin dies or not has nothing to do with me." The old man's face was full of sarcasm, his old eyes narrowed, sharp and powerful, and he said: "But your future and the future of the Yan family have nothing to do with me!"
"I have given you countless opportunities, and I have also given Song Xiang opportunities, but you have all failed me, an old man."
A glimmer of light flashed in Yan Yanhan's eyes, trying to figure out the meaning of the old man's tone.
"Are you planning to marry her?" the old man asked again.
Yan Han remained silent, neither saying yes nor saying no.
The old man's face turned completely cold, "Give me an accurate answer!"
"To be precise, this question is between me and her. You don't need to know."
Yan Han spat out the words softly, without evading his eyes at all. He looked at the old man and said, "What you need to know is that the future of the Yan family is in my hands. You'd better not mess around."
"Boy, if you threaten your grandfather, you will have to wait a few more years."
The old man's tone was cold, he tapped the ground with his cane, and gave an ultimatum.
"Tomorrow morning, I will see Song Xiang's resignation. If not, don't blame grandpa."
After saying that, the old man unilaterally cut off the call.
There was dead silence in the study, Yan Han sat at his desk, pursed his lips and said nothing.
There were footsteps outside, it must be that Song Xiang had finished taking a bath.