An Xuyue was wearing a white skirt and bunny sunglasses, holding a pile of food in her hand, nibbling on candied haws while urging Yan Zhicheng.
Song Xiang almost thought she had seen it wrong, so he walked up and patted her shoulder, "Auntie?"
An Xuyue jumped back and said, "Daughter-in-law!"
When Yan Zhicheng heard this, he frowned and stopped. He looked behind him and saw his own son walking over.
Yan Han walked over with a sullen face and spoke unceremoniously, "This is a playground, not a nursing home."
"Why are you not allowing the old man to come out to play?" An Xuyue glared at her son, bit the candied haws in her mouth and jumped to Yan Zhicheng's side, "Have you bought it yet?"
Song Xiang watched their interaction, and it looked different from the tense situation before. It seemed like... they had reconciled?
She pulled Yan Han's sleeve and asked him to talk properly. It was not easy for the two of them to be in this state.
"Is that Sisi?"
An Xuyue stopped chewing, stepped up and looked not far away.
Song Xiang turned around and looked over with squinted eyes, her eyes darkened by the sunlight.
The sky was clear and clear, but she felt a strong gust of wind blowing all around her.
Almost at the same time, father and son Yan Han's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Father and daughter Wei Yanzhong, together with Rong Boye and others, probably came to the site to see the operation of the machinery. The large group of people basically copied all the people at the exhibition just now.
"He...why is he here?"
An Xuyue stuttered. Seeing Yan Zhicheng's face collapse, she immediately raised her finger and swore, "I didn't do it. I don't have a mobile phone."
As he said that, the team in the distance was already in front of him.
The people who were originally surrounding Rong Boye did not expect to see Yan Zhicheng and his son again all of a sudden, greeting one after another, as if they were meeting celebrities.
Wei Yanzhong suggested that everyone try to get on the Ferris wheel to experience the stability of the mechanical operation.
Song Xiang stood beside Yan Han, watching Rong Boye approaching, and still greeted him politely.
Rong Boye's face was pale and pale, and when the sun shone down, his skin was almost transparent, and his aura was only supported by the sharpness and coldness in his eyes.
Song Xiang wanted to ask him if he was feeling uncomfortable, but he was afraid that Yan Han would be angry when he saw it, so he could only hold it in.
The team moved forward and soon reached them.
Song Xiang lowered his head, took out his hand from Yan Han's hand, adjusted the strap of the bag a little, and heard the sound of the hatch opening.
I thought An Xuyue was going to sit alone with Yan Zhicheng, but she suddenly turned around and wanted to pull Yan Han and Song Xiang in.
Song Xiang was distracted and couldn't keep up in time.
The Ferris wheel moves at a constant speed. Yan Han was caught by An Xuyue and instinctively worried that she would fall, so he had to keep up with her speed and enter the warehouse.
"Xiangxiang hasn't come in yet!"
The cabin door closed, Song Xiang was dumbfounded, Yan Han frowned, An Xuyue leaned on the window and knocked on it, and Yan Zhicheng raised his eyelids on the side.
"Oh! Separated?" Xiang Shuyi's gloating voice sounded from behind.
Song Xiang gritted her teeth and wanted to go back and glare at him, but she missed one. The nearest one was approaching, but the staff reminded her.
She hurried up, followed by Rong Boye, who happened to enter her warehouse.
When the cabin door closed, she was stunned for a moment.
This is no longer a coincidence. Not to mention Yan Han, even she felt that it was arranged.
Just as he was thinking about it, Rong Boye pressed his chest and coughed twice.
"Mr. Rong, are you okay?"
Thinking of the large glass of wine that Yan Han had given her, she felt a little sorry, "Do you want to go down?"