Yan Han, who had already entered the elevator, turned around but did not step out of the elevator. Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhe quickly held down the elevator.
Xiang Shuyi was still wearing a white coat, and his whole body smelled of alcohol, but it was not annoying because his face was really outstanding.
The thirty-five-year-old man has an indescribable sense of maturity, and every move he makes is charming. He also has a pair of affectionate eyes, which is somewhat similar to Lu Zechen, but he has a decent temperament and is completely different from Lu Zechen.
The completely different temperaments blended just right in him.
Song Xiang stood at the door of the elevator, twitching the corner of her mouth slightly, and quickly turned sideways.
"Dr. Xiang, let me introduce you. This is our Mr. Yan."
Xiang Shuyi glanced at Yan Han and said, "Mr. Yan."
Yan Yanhan responded lightly, looking very disrespectful.
"Pull me out of the house and throw it away after use?" Xiang Shuyi said perfunctorily to Yan Han, and then his eyes returned to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang smiled reluctantly and glanced at Yan Han, "Of course I can't afford to repay such a big favor from you. We, Mr. Yan, have to pay it back. You have done a lot to Mr. Yan."
The corners of Xiang Shuyi's lips raised, half-smiling but not smiling, and turned to Yan Han, "How do you want Mr. Yan to repay you?"
Yan Han put one hand in his pocket and looked indifferent, not even bothering to show his expression, "Someone will send a check to the doctor's house later."
Xiang Shuyi's smile remained unchanged and he crossed his arms across his chest, "Mr. Yan, do you think I'm short of money?"
Yan Han chuckled softly, with an expression that said he was in need of a beating, "You are not short of money, but the Yan Group only has money."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, what are you talking about? Do you have to throw money at others?
She really wanted to open Yan Han's head to see if there was any serious brain inside.
"Since the Yan Group only has money, I can only ask Miss Song for this favor." Xiang Shuyi kept smiling and looked at Song Xiang with soft eyes.
Song Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt a chill running down his spine.
"She is not from the Yan Group and is not qualified to return this favor." Yan Han looked at Xiang Shuyi across from him and spoke even more mercilessly.
Xiang Shuyi chuckled lightly and said with a handsome face, "I'm not helping the Yan Group, just Song Xiang."
Shut up!
Song Xiang was going crazy inside. She didn't think anything was wrong when she took this man out of the villa, but now she realized that he was so capable of causing trouble.
Yan Han hasn't repaid her favor yet. What if Yan Han is made anxious and doesn't repay her?
She was struggling when she met a stern and cold look.
"Since the doctor named you to pay it back, it's best if you stay."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Zhe and said, "Go downstairs."
Zhao Zhe pressed the elevator button and was in an awkward situation.
Wen Xin, who was holding Song Xiang, let go without hesitation, walked into the elevator with small steps, and followed Yan Han very obediently.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, his eyes were blood red with anger, and the way he looked at Xiang Shuyi changed.
"It's not enough to return the favor. Sister Xiang's foot is still injured. Why don't you come back to the hotel with us to rest first." Zhao Zhe wisely put one foot across the elevator door and went out to help Song Xiang, "Sister Xiang, hurry up."
Song Xiang burst into tears with gratitude, turned around and glanced at Xiang Shuyi, "Sorry, we'll contact you again."
After saying that, he quickly handed his hand to Zhao Zhe, fearing that Yan Han would run away.
It wasn't until the elevator door closed that she breathed a sigh of relief.
It was so dangerous that I almost lost the creditor.
The elevator slid down quickly and opened the door quickly. Yan Han strode out without any intention of waiting for Song Xiang.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhe supported Song Xiang and could barely keep up with Yan Han's footsteps.
When we arrived at the parking lot, the question arose again, who should sit in the passenger seat?
"Mr. Yan, Sister Xiang's legs are uncomfortable. Can she sit in the back if the back is wider?" Zhao Zhe took the initiative to ask Yan Han.
Yan Han's eyes did not squint, his lips pursed and he said nothing, still neither agreeing nor objecting.
Zhao Zhe glanced at Song Xiang, who bit the bullet and sat in, working hard to achieve his goal.
Wen Xin sat in the passenger seat and quietly looked back in the mirror.
Song Xiang clenched her fists and tried to revive the topic, but the people around her were too indifferent and didn't give her any chance.
It was early in the morning outside and not very lively. When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Wen Xin and Zhao Zhe got off the bus first, but Yan Han had no intention of moving.
Song Xiang reached out to open the door, only to find that it was locked.
She took a deep breath and prepared to attack.
Yan Han suddenly said: "How are you going to repay Xiang Shuyi's favor?"