"If you can really fight back beautifully, I will think highly of you. I'm afraid you are telling lies." Yan Zhenting sneered and stood up with a cane.
Song Xiang stood up straight and said, "If you really despise me, there is no need to come in person today."
"I'm here to tell you, restrain yourself and interfere less with the affairs of the board of directors. You are not qualified to go to that place."
Song Xiang looked calm, looked at the old man walking out, and said, "Do you insist on carrying Yan Zhenzhen into the board of directors?"
Yan Zhenting was silent, leaning on his crutch, turned around slowly, and took a deep look at Song Xiang.
Don't say yes, don't say no.
After a moment of silence, he turned around and walked towards the door.
The bodyguard guarding outside opened the door.
Song Xiang didn't send it as a gift. Anyway, no matter whether she was polite or not, the old man couldn't think highly of her.
While it was quiet, Yan Han's call came again.
"People are gone?"
Song Xiang wanted to laugh, "Why are you so nervous? Your grandfather is also a respectable person. How can he run wild in a small place like mine?"
It's nothing more than a shock and a little bit of the remaining power of the Supreme Emperor.
"Am I nervous?" Yan Han asked back and clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
Song Xiang shrugged and whispered: "Although your grandfather is scary, he is old after all."
She thought of Rong Boye, who had a cold and perfect face and could make people breathless just sitting upright without speaking.
"Don't treat him like a kind old man. If you really want to be cruel, the old man is also a good man."
Song Xiang responded, "I understand."
She looked up at the time and saw that it was getting late.
"I won't tell you anymore, I have to go get busy."
Yan Han: "Why do you seem to be busier than me?"
Song Xiang was tidying up and walking downstairs, "Don't call me less. A man who calls me too often and gets compliments easily becomes useless."
Yan Han: "..."
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Song Xiang made appointments with some rich ladies from the previous tea party. They wanted to make some small investments together, so he asked Mrs. Li, whom she had met before, to make an appointment with Mrs. Liang.
She found a leisure club and occupied the entire second floor, with everything she wanted indoors.
It happened to be time for afternoon tea, and a group of rich ladies gathered in twos and threes to gather a room full of people.
As expected, Mrs. Liang arrived and greeted Song Xiang when she came up.
"Mr. Song, you look beautiful again."
Song Xiang looked at her face. She was in her forties or fifties, but she looked so haggard that she was almost sixty. She looked like she had been exhausted by the fight between the old man and the mistress.
"You really give me face by coming here."
Mrs. Liang smiled reluctantly and sat down next to Song Xiang.
The venue was very lively, with people wearing fragrant clothes and people coming up to say hello to Song Xiang from time to time.
There was a Mrs. Guo whom Song Xiang had never seen before. She had been staring at her with strange eyes since she appeared.
Song Xiang was talking to Mrs. Liang and didn't pay much attention.
"I heard that the one in our family caused trouble for Mr. Yan at noon?" Mrs. Liang asked proactively.
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Director Liang has already reached that position, so what trouble can he cause?"
Mrs. Liang's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she folded her shawl, "It's just that the older you get, the easier it is to become confused."
Song Xiang just pretended not to understand and said: "Dr. Liang is a veteran of the Yan family. He has made many contributions to the Yan family. Even if he makes a little mistake, it doesn't matter."
"I told Mr. Yan today that your son is in the Netherlands, right?"
Upon hearing her son, Mrs. Liang's gray eyes lit up and she nodded, "Yes, he is in graduate school and will graduate soon."