Yan Han almost fed half the plate of shrimps to Song Xiang. The old man couldn't stand it any longer and knocked on his crutch with a cold face.
The dining room was quiet, with no sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.
Song Xiang felt that this kind of serious family banquet was not as lively as a Western-style banquet.
She tried her best to reduce her sense of existence, but Yan Han had the opposite opinion.
He would personally clean up everything with shells for her during the dinner, and would not eat a bite himself. Unless she would bite the bullet and feed him some occasionally, he would concentrate on serving her.
Everyone in the circle was surprised. He was harsh and cold, and he knew it from top to bottom. He was so considerate to a woman. It was really a damn thing.
When everyone thought about Yan Zhicheng's time, some people couldn't help but make fun of him, saying that both father and son loved their wives equally.
The old man sneered and said in a neutral tone: "No, father and son are of the same lineage. They are very similar."
After saying that, he raised his hand to block the servant who was serving him food, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at Song Xiang.
"Today is also your first time coming to Yan's house for dinner. Are you still used to it?"
Song Xiang was confused and didn't know what kind of wine the old man was selling in his gourd, so he could only try to be dignified.
"Everything is fine."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, "Everything is fine with you. I feel sorry for my Zhenzhen."
Song Xiang subconsciously clenched her chopsticks.
Yan Yanhan: "Good and evil all have their causes, and God is not blind."
Yan Zhenting nodded repeatedly, "That's good."
He patted the table and looked around, "Everyone happens to be here today, and I have a small favor for you to do."
As soon as he said it, everyone agreed, and no one refused to give him face.
"Zhenzhen has just returned to China and is not in a good mood. The doctor said that she should go out more and preferably have a job."
When it comes to this, who among us doesn’t know?
Be silent, no one is a fool, if the old man really wants to arrange work for Yan Zhenzhen, there is no need to bother others with just one sentence.
Unless the drunkard doesn't care about drinking.
While they were quiet, Yao Yiyi suddenly looked at Song Xiang and said softly: "I remember that Song Xiang seems to be in charge of a company, right?"
Song Xiang made a move and cursed in his heart.
Everyone's eyes turned towards her.
"Her company doesn't support idlers." She replied harshly and coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slammed the table and whispered: "Her company?!"
Song Xiang took a breath and gently tugged on Yan Han's sleeve.
Yan Han held her hand with his backhand and said with a tough attitude, "It's not hers now, but if you force irrelevant people to enter, it can be hers tomorrow."
There was a sound of gasping.
Song Xiang's heart beat like a drum. Unexpectedly, within half an hour of the start, the situation became tense.
She didn't want Yan Han to fight against the old man for her, but she couldn't show cowardice at this time, otherwise it would be a disgrace to Yan Han.
He was supporting her, she couldn't let herself weaken first.
The two sides confront each other.
Suddenly, Yan Zhenzhen heard sobbing. Everyone looked over and saw that the already pale person had more tears on his face and was biting his lips and not speaking.
Yao Yiyi hugged her daughter, her eyes were red, and she was comforting her softly.
Looking at it this way, the mother and daughter look more like victims.
Song Xiang's eyes moved, thinking back and forth.
If this situation is not stable, all the relatives in the family will feel that Shun Han is indifferent, and even the old man might seriously argue with Shun Han.