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Chapter 665

After the report was over, Song Xiang left the podium under the stern and burning eyes, turned her back to everyone, and then she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

As soon as she sat down, Li Shan sent her a message telling her that Suman had been found, trapped in a utility room, and that someone had taken her cell phone away.

Sure enough, there is nothing new at all.

Song Xiang gritted her teeth and did not turn around to look at Lin Yu. She knew in her heart that Lin Yu did not have the courage to do this today.

Looking up, she found that Yan Han also looked at his phone, and then glanced in her direction.

She shook her head at him, indicating that it was okay.

Yan Han pursed his lips and said nothing, his face turned cold.

The next several CEOs saw Yan Han's bad expression and wished they could do it themselves. However, they were not fully prepared and could only do it nervously underneath.

In fact, Yan Han's thoughts were not on them at all, he was waiting for the meeting to end.

At nearly half past twelve, the first half of the meeting ended.

Just as the secretary-general said he would take a lunch break, the meeting door opened, and Zhao Zhe walked in with something.

Song Xiang had quick eyes and quick hands. When no one was paying attention, he quietly went up and grabbed Zhao Zhe.

"Sister Xiang, this is the surveillance camera that Mr. Yan asked me to get."

"I know, you take it back first and I'll tell you."

Zhao Zhe glanced in the direction of Yan Han, hesitated for a moment, and then did as Song Xiang said.

At the meeting, a group of shareholders were still chatting, and the branch presidents who were present also came up to say hello to Yan Han.

Suddenly, Yan Han raised his hand and terminated all communication.

Song Xiang knew what he wanted to do, so he walked up quickly, and with a smile on his face amidst the surprised eyes, he took over Yan Han's words.

"It's getting late, District. I don't know if everyone appreciates it or not."

Everyone took a breath and immediately agreed.

Yan Han was sitting in the front seat, his expression was not very good, and when he was about to have a seizure, Song Xiang had quietly held down the back of his hand.

There was no other way, he didn't want to offend Song Xiang's face.

"Everyone, go ahead. I'll be there shortly."

There was a murmur of greetings, the shareholders left first, and the rest of the people also left the conference room one after another.

When everyone was empty, Yan Han closed his eyes, raised his hand and dropped the pen at hand.

Song Xiang sighed, squatted down and picked up the broken pen, "Why are you so angry?"

"You shouldn't have stopped me."

"If I don't stop you, let you release the surveillance camera and shoot Lin Yu on the spot?" Song Xiang stood up and threw the broken pen into the trash can.

Yan Yanhan's eyes were cold, he raised his hand and pulled Song Xiang to his side.

"It's not enough to open Lin Yu."

Song Xiang smiled and said, "Did you open your grandpa again?"

She knew it when she saw the old shareholders when she walked in. It was probably Yan Zhenting's handiwork. Otherwise, no one would be able to invite so many people.

Thinking about it again, no matter how courageous Lin Yu was, she would not dare to act like a monster in front of Yan Han unless she had a big backer behind her.

"These people are all smart people. They can guess a hundred at a glance. They can tell what's going on with just a little research. Do you want them to know that you are fighting with the old man?"

Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed his anger, and used some force on his hands to pull the person onto his lap.

Song Xiang's face felt hot and he looked around, but his body remained stiff and motionless.

Yan Han hugged her, tapped her chin with his fingertips, and said lazily: "Why are you such a good wife?"

Seeing that his tone had softened, Song Xiang reached out and pinched his ears, "It's not that I'm holding back, it's that your grandpa didn't actually come."

Otherwise, with Yan Zhenting's methods, how could he possibly be interested in a child like Lin Yu who cannot stand up to the stage?


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