There were more than a dozen cars in a row, and all the people who got off were so impressive that they covered half of the snack street.
The car in the middle stopped. Song Xiang squinted his eyes and immediately determined that the person sitting in the car was Yan Zhicheng.
My heart beats faster, and I feel like something is happening.
Sure enough, Rong Zhe led his men to protect them, and the situation quickly became a confrontation between the two sides.
An Xuyue trotted to Rong Boye, hid behind him and shouted to Yan Zhicheng: "Yan Zhicheng! Why are you so angry! I just came out to play for a while."
On the opposite side, the car door opened and Yan Zhicheng got out.
Through the heavy lights, both of them could only see their outlines. Yan Zhicheng did not approach, but made a phone call.
Song Xiang was standing on the side just nervous. Unexpectedly, the next second, her cell phone rang. When she saw it, it was a strange caller.
An Xuyue approached her and grabbed the phone, "What are you doing!"
"I just went out for a trip and met him by chance?"
"I'm destined to be with him! So what can I do?"
Song Xiang couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, so she tried her best to look across the street. Yan Zhicheng held the phone with an expressionless face, and kept staring at them with extremely sharp eyes.
An Xuyue was arguing with him on the phone. In the middle of the argument, he was suddenly hung up.
She pursed her lips and snorted, "I'm sick!"
"Girl, you stay here and wait for your people to pick you up." Rong Boye turned his head and said to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang realized something was wrong and reached out to grab Rong Boye's sleeve, "Mr. Rong, do you and Director Yan have a misunderstanding? Can't you sit down and talk it over? Don't be impulsive..."
"A person like him wouldn't believe it even if he sat down and told me that it was three days and three nights."
Rong Boye looked in the direction of Yan Zhicheng, and took the sleeves out of Song Xiang's hands with gentle force.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to settle our affairs." Finally, he did not forget to warn Song Xiang.
Song Xiang didn't know what he was going to do. The next second, Rong Boye suddenly raised his hand and grabbed An Xuyue beside him.
"What are you doing?!" An Xuyue struggled.
Song Xiang was also stunned and wanted to stop him, but was blocked by Rong Zhe again.
Seeing Rong Boye stuffing An Xuyue into the back seat, he walked to the driver's seat himself.
In full view of everyone, the car engine roared, accelerated suddenly, and rushed out like an arrow from a string, just in time to pass by Yan Zhicheng.
"Won't you stop me?"
Song Xiang was frightened and spoke to Rong Zhe beside him.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhicheng had already gotten into the car, also driving himself, and followed closely.
"This is sir's private matter." Rong Zhe explained.
Song Xiang stroked his forehead, lost his food, and went to find Yan Song.
Unexpectedly, Yan Song just told her: "Just wait where you are, the young master will be here soon."
Song Xiang was anxious, worried that something might happen.
Rong Zhe used money to pay off all the vendors in the surrounding streets, and the originally lively night market suddenly became extremely bleak.
Song Xiang stood under the tree, pacing back and forth.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Yan Han's car finally arrived.
She trotted over, grabbed Yanhan and said, "Hurry up and let someone chase you. It's so late and they're driving fast. It's very dangerous."
Yan Han didn't say anything, but asked her to get in the car.
Song Xiang sweated anxiously and sat in the car. Looking at Yan Han's face again, she realized something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Han glanced at her and said coldly: "I remember who he is."