Song Xiang only ran two steps, and suddenly the key word locked in his mind.
Yan Zhicheng?
Severely chilling his father?
She blinked and opened her mouth wide, not knowing whether to turn around or go back.
He raised his hand briefly, and without paying attention, his arm brushed against the vase on the railing.
Bang!
The vase fell and shattered on the ground.
The sound was very clear in the empty hall.
The movement upstairs stopped instantly.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried to walk back.
However, there was already the sound of the door opening above, followed by the sound of footsteps.
As soon as she reached the stairs, a cold voice came down from upstairs.
"Who allowed you to come out?"
Song Xiang felt a chill go down his spine and turned around suddenly.
Looking up, Leng Buding met a pair of dark eyes.
With just one glance, she was sure that the other person was Yan Zhicheng, for no other reason than that his eyes were so similar to Yan Zhenhan's.
In terms of appearance, there are three similarities with Yan Han, except that the outline is stiffer, and the eyebrows are mostly sharp and mature, unlike Yan Han, who has the word "proud" on his forehead.
Time has really cherished him. Normally he should be fifty, but from Song Xiang's point of view, he is only thirty-five or sixty at most.
She looked at the other person, and the other person was also looking at her.
She didn't know why, but she felt that the other person's eyes were a little strange.
There seems to be a moment of surprise, then the pain of sudden realization, and finally it all settles into exploration.
"Sorry..." Song Xiang spoke first knowingly.
Yan Zhicheng squinted his eyes and looked at her intently for a long time, then slowly walked down the stairs.
He did not pass by Song Xiang, but walked to the hall and poured a glass of water in front of the wooden round table.
Seeing that he was silent, Song Xiang felt even more uneasy.
Compared with Yan Yanhan, the pressure on the other party was too heavy, which made her feel guilty for no reason.
It was quiet when a woman's voice came from upstairs again.
"Yan Zhicheng, where are you? What does it mean to quit halfway?"
Song Xiang:!!!
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
Upstairs, a woman was wearing suspender pajamas, lying on the railing, and glanced down.
"Daughter-in-law!"
Song Xiang was stunned, looked up and saw that it was An Xuyue.
She thought she was a woman raised outside by Yan Zhencheng.
Surprised, An Xuyue had already started jumping up and down, loudly questioning Yan Zhicheng downstairs.
"You bastard, what do you mean, why did you kidnap my daughter-in-law?!"
"Shameless, do you think your daughter-in-law looks like that person? Do you want to compete with your son..."
"What nonsense!"
The man put down his tea cup, looked up at the woman upstairs, his eyebrows narrowed, "Go and get dressed."
An Xuyue rolled her eyes and hooked the shoulder straps with her fingers, "What are you pretending to be? You didn't force me to wear this?"
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth twitched crazily, especially wanting to laugh twice to lighten the atmosphere.
She knew that the two of them were divorced, but looking at the current situation, she was really confused.
Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the rose glass door from outside.
"Sir, Miss Bella has a heart attack!"
That woman in the afternoon?
Song Xiang was confused and looked up at An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng, and found that both of them had dark expressions.
An Xuyue crossed her arms across her chest, leaned against the railing, held her chin in her hands and said to Yan Zhencheng: "Can you remind her that it's time to change her tactics? There's nothing new every time. It's so boring."
Yan Zhencheng glanced at her and said nothing, but stood up and walked out alone.
As soon as he went out, An Xuyue pursed her lips and said, "Go to hell!"