The sky was pale and there were trees all around. The faint moonlight fell through the gaps in the leaves and fell on Song Xiang's face, making her face unclear.
Yan Han kept staring at her, making her feel a little unnatural.
"Don't care... don't care about your mother?"
Stern and silent.
He still held her hand with such force that her wound hurt, but she gritted her teeth and did not scream.
After a moment, he suddenly turned around and pulled her towards the square.
As soon as they walked out of the bushes, two groups of people ran out and surrounded them.
The leader stepped forward and bowed his head to Yan Han, "Master, I didn't say that Miss Song can leave."
The stern and cold eyes turned cold.
Song Xiang stood behind him and saw clearly the surrounding situation.
There are not many people in the severe cold zone. This is Yan Zhicheng's territory. Just now in Xiaobailou, Yan Zhicheng really let loose, otherwise Yan Zhicheng would not be able to do anything.
In a head-to-head confrontation, Shuang Han cannot gain the upper hand.
She shook his hand and whispered: "Don't mess around."
Yan Han turned his face slightly and glanced at her gently.
The leader made a gesture of invitation and his attitude was quite respectful.
Yan Han snorted softly and led Song Xiang toward the main building.
Before Song Xiang and An Xuyue left, the main building was still dark, but now it was brightly lit.
The housekeeper was a young man who knew the current affairs very well and tidied up a room quickly.
Yan Han never let go of Song Xiang's hand and took her upstairs. After entering the room, he closed the door and locked it.
Song Xiang stood behind him and watched him lock the door, but then turned his back to her and did not turn around immediately.
It was quiet inside, even quieter than in the bush just now.
Song Xiang sighed and asked tentatively: "How did you find it?"
Yan Han slowly turned around and used the bright light to scan the person in front of him from top to bottom again.
OK, no injuries...
Suddenly, his eyes fell on Song Xiang's hand.
A circle of white gauze with slight blood stains on the edge.
He just held her hand tightly without even noticing.
When he reacted, anger immediately appeared in his eyes, and he turned around to go out.
Song Xiang was surprised and didn't understand why he was suddenly angry, so he quickly went up to stop him.
"what you do?"
Yan Han's jaw tightened and his eyes moved downward.
Song Xiang followed his line of sight and saw her own hand, and immediately reacted.
"It has nothing to do with your dad, it's me..." She paused, her voice slightly lowered, "It was my mother who did it accidentally."
As she spoke, she subconsciously hid her hands behind her back.
Yan Han took a breath, quickly grabbed her arm, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll find someone to bring up the medicine box."
Song Xiang shook his head, "I've bandaged it."
Yan Han didn't listen to her words, but still opened the door and asked someone to get the medicine box and prepare a tetanus shot.
When Song Xiang heard about the injection, she felt it was a bit fussy, "No need, the wound is not deep."
With a stern look on his face, Yan Han pulled her to the sofa, pressed her shoulders and made her sit down.
He stood in front of her and suddenly knelt down on one knee.
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, her eyes swayed slightly, and her voice got stuck in her throat.
The man raised her hand and carefully untied the gauze. Each time he untied it, his expression became a little more ugly, until he saw the horrific wound.
"Isn't this called deep?" He raised his head and stared at Song Xiang with a heavy look.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, "It doesn't hurt anymore. I took medicine."
Yan Han knew without asking that she must have only taken simple painkillers.