Song Xiang wasted a whole morning and went to the company, but was teased by Ding Fan.
I had no energy all over my body, and my forehead soon felt a little hot.
I must have caught a cold last night because I was pressed against the glass window for too long due to the severe cold. I accidentally caught a cold.
She asked Ding Fan for fever-reducing medicine, but she could barely stabilize herself.
In the afternoon, Yan Zhenting's people suddenly came to the company and invited her to visit her old house.
Song Xiang expected this, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly and at such a time when she was weak.
The people following her tried to stop her, but she stopped her. Sooner or later, they would have to show their cards, and hiding was useless.
After getting in the car, I felt top-heavy again.
The driver glanced at her and said casually: "The lady came back last night and said she had a boyfriend and wanted to show it to the master."
Song Xiang was startled and realized that the other person was a harsh person.
There was silence in the car, and she closed her eyes, thinking about how to deal with the old man this time.
When we arrived at the old house, the sun was still shining brightly, and the garden was in full bloom after the rain.
However, when we entered the house, we were greeted by the coolness.
Yan Zhenzhen was actually at home. She came down from upstairs with disheveled hair and came straight towards Song Xiang.
"Bitch! How dare you plot against me! I'll kill you!"
Song Xiang did not hide, the bodyguard behind him rushed forward and stopped Yan Zhenzhen.
Someone led her upstairs, and Yan Zhenzhen was downstairs, shouting hysterically.
Song Xiang was a little curious. She only knew half of the whole plan, and the other half was unclear.
The old man was in the study. When he entered the door, the room was filled with sunshine. The old man was sitting behind his desk with his hands on the crutches.
As soon as Song Xiang entered the door, he received a serious and gloomy look.
Yan Zhenting didn't say anything, just stared at Song Xiang.
After a long time, he turned his attention to the documents in front of Song Xiang.
"I originally thought you were just from a poor background, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious."
Song Xiang exhaled hot air, put her hot palms on the table to cool down, struggled to pick up the document, and scanned it from top to bottom.
I let out a chuckle in my heart, I didn't expect Ning Yiqun to have such an identity.
Cowherd.
Lan Jingyu is really... a talent.
But that's right. If he wasn't a master of the field, how could he catch Yan Zhenzhen within a month? He couldn't do it with just a face like Gong Shiheng's.
"Compared to being vicious, I'm really not that good. Your daughter is the master in this area."
Song Xiang also took out the document from his bag, eased the double vision in front of his eyes, and handed it over.
Yan Zhenting didn't even look at her, he only squinted at her through the halo of light, "What's most important about a girl? You know in your heart that Zhen Zhen is also a girl..."
"Don't be ridiculous, your daughter should have inherited a certain amount of openness."
"presumptuous!!!"
Yan Zhenting roared angrily, like an old beast whose tail had been stepped on, suppressing the remaining power, and his eyes were about to burst, frightening the enemy.
Forget about anything else, Yao Yiyi is his stain. For a junior to talk about her like this is no different from provocation.
Song Xiang forced a smile, looked at the old man and said, "You said last time that if I fought back well, you would think highly of me. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Yan Zhenting's hand holding the cane was trembling, as if there was a lump in his throat.
"Xiao Yan...do you know?"
He is not dead yet and will never accept his grandson plotting against his daughter.
Song Xiang swallowed to ease the blur in his vision, and shook his head, "I don't need his help for such a small matter."
The old man gasped for air and finally got some comfort.