Song Xiang poured tea for Yan Zhenting himself, while he leaned casually on the desk.
"I'm surprised that you came in person."
Yan Zhenting narrowed his eyes and scanned her face with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Girl, you are smarter than I thought."
"Are you referring to what happened at the board meeting just now, or do you mean that I am not depressed because of my mother's matter?" Song Xiang asked back.
"Both."
Song Xiang smiled and poured himself a cup of tea, "You came to me. Do you have any orders?"
"You poured a large glass of boiling water on Zhenzhen, and she is still in the hospital." Yan Zhenting's voice was old and cold, and his tone was slow.
Song Xiang's heart has been numbed by the recent events one after another, and facing him, the tension has been exhausted.
"I think this is the result of your hesitation and indecision."
Yan Zhenting remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on her.
Song Xiang straightened his back, "You are not only worried that Yan Zhenzhen will harm the Yan family, but you are also afraid that Yan Zhenzhen will not be kind to Yan Zhenzhen a hundred years later. Your grandson and daughter must make a choice, right?"
"This is not your business."
"The existence of your daughter has seriously affected the interests of the people I love, so of course I have to intervene." Song Xiang put down the cup with a snap, her face turned cold, "You clearly know that Yan Zhenzhen has no business ability at all, but yet
Put the sharpest knife in her hand. It's called defense, but it's actually hurt! Just now, someone on the board of directors has jumped out. In the future, when you are gone, your stupid daughter will also become the second knife.
Others are going to hurt Yan Han!"
Yan Zhenting had deep-set eye sockets and protruding bones on his face, and the signs of old age were obvious. After Song Xiang finished speaking, his old eyes reflected displeasure, making his face even more serious and terrifying.
"Without that knife, she would have been slaughtered."
"As long as she has some sense, Yan Han won't even bother to pay attention to her!"
Silence.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the ground with his cane, "She has been raised under my knees and pampered for many years. It is impossible for her to depend on others."
"Having a spoiled child is like killing a child. This is your responsibility."
The old man looked a little surprised and laughed suddenly, "You girl, have you suddenly become bolder?"
"Shen Han gave me the confidence."
Yan Zhenting: "..."
"You came here today to give a lesson or an order?"
Yan Zhenting thought for a while and said: "I originally had a lesson, but now it seems I can't educate you."
Song Xiang pursed her lips and took a few steps, when her cell phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was Yan Han.
"Is it Xiao Yan?"
Song Xiang didn't shy away from it and accepted it on the spot.
"Hello--"
"Did the old guy go to your place?"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched. Fortunately, the volume of the phone was low enough, so Yan Zhenting probably didn't hear it.
"I'm fine."
"Give him the phone!"
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Zhenting and turned around, "No, no one can bully me. You can do your thing in peace."
Yan Han paused for a moment, hesitating slightly.
Song Xiang whispered a few words and quickly hung up the phone without giving him a chance to say more.
Turning around, he met Yan Zhenting's gaze.
"I just suddenly remembered something."
Yan Zhenting did not answer the call.
Song Xiang put down the phone and said, "You have a two-month bet with me."
"The time has not come yet."
"But you have already committed a foul, more than once."
Yan Zhenting closed his eyes, "I never said, I won't interfere."
"So if I fight back, the consequences will be too tragic, and you have to accept it."