Song Xiang had an uneasy sleep, his neurasthenia was caused by exhaustion, and he fell into a drowsy state. When he opened his eyes at night, he saw that Yan Han was not around.
She walked out of the door and found that Yan Song was guarding the outside in person.
"What about him?"
"The young master is in a hurry and will be back soon."
Song Xiang lowered his eyes, nodded, and asked, "Have you found out the account where my mother made the payment?"
Yan Song paused, something strange flashed in his eyes, "Some remittances are very old, and it may take some time for approval."
Song Xiang caught the stagnation in his expression, pursed his lips, turned around and closed the door of the room without asking any more questions.
She had an intuition that Yan Han had already found out, but she hadn't figured out how to tell her yet.
Returning to the room, he sat on the bed and hesitated for a moment.
She took her mobile phone and called Lan Jingyu.
"Mr. Song, you've been looking for me a little too frequently lately, haven't you? Is your boyfriend just showing off?"
Song Xiang's face was expressionless and he had no intention of joking, "I have money."
Lan Jingyu clicked his tongue and sneered: "There are free ones, but you have to spend money. It's really interesting."
Song Xiang was silent, "How long will it take me to find the source of the account and all the information about the head of the household?"
"This is a pediatrician. People with severe colds can do it in less than an hour."
Song Xiang clenched his hands, "He doesn't have time."
Lan Jingyu didn't even bother to expose this poor excuse. He said a few words casually and told Song Xiang, "Just wait, I'll see you in an hour."
"good……"
After hanging up the phone, Song Xiang's heart sank to the bottom.
Lan Jingyu said that Yan Han could find it within an hour, but Yan Song told her that they couldn't find it, and Yan Han suddenly disappeared.
It must be that the content he found was not good and he didn't know how to tell her, or maybe he was waiting for her to check it out herself.
Either way, it's not a good thing.
Yan Han didn't come back, so she sat by the bed, her palms constantly sweating, no matter how she wiped them, it was of no use.
Time passed by, but Lan Jingyu was a little late.
Song Xiang took the initiative to call, "What's going on?"
Lan Jingyu was quiet for a while, and then said half jokingly and half seriously: "Mr. Song, if I send you this information, won't I offend your boyfriend? I was beaten by him last time with his brothers, tsk tsk,
Fear."
Song Xiang bit her lip and said, "Send it."
Lan Jingyu hesitated for a moment and asked for her email address.
"Just take a look. Even if people you have never met are related by blood, it's not a big deal."
Lan Jingyu said the next sentence and hung up the phone.
Song Xiang pondered his words carefully and already had a guess in his mind.
The phone vibrated continuously, indicating that data was being sent.
She closed her eyes, suddenly longing to see Yan Han. It seemed that only with him could she have the extra courage to face certain things.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.
"Song Xiang." means severe cold.
Song Xiang quickly stood up and walked to the door with bare feet. He wanted to open the door, but his hand stopped.
"Open the door, I bought you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry..."
It was quiet outside the door.
Song Xiang leaned against the door panel, took a deep breath, slowly opened her phone, and clicked on the file in her mailbox.
"It doesn't matter if you're not hungry, just take a few bites."
His voice is in my ears, and the terrifying words are in front of me.
She was stiff, staring at the screen, looking down bit by bit.
Song Yang, father, killed someone, escaped, victim...