An Xuyue chatted around Yan Han for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back her hunger and went to have breakfast by herself.
In the study, Yan Zhicheng entered the door, and his eyes immediately locked on the pile of materials on the table.
The scene just now flashed through his mind. Song Xiang and Nan Qing were so similar. Coupled with Rong Boye's attitude, he had to doubt it.
"What is the relationship between Song Xiang and Rong Boye?"
Yan Han walked behind the desk, picked up the top document with a calm expression, and threw it in front of Yan Zhicheng.
Yan Zhencheng glanced at him and stretched out his hand.
Suddenly, Yan Han put his hand on the document.
The father and son faced each other, their eyes facing each other.
"You asked me a question and I gave you the answer. You also have to answer my question."
Yan Zhicheng vaguely knew what he was going to ask, so he snorted slightly, looked away, turned around and sat down on the chair.
"Boy, what is the relationship between Song Xiang and Rong Boye? It doesn't affect me much."
"Then what is her relationship with Nan Qing? Doesn't it have much influence on you?" Yan Han was expressionless. He didn't care about the impact of these words on his father and spat it out easily.
Sure enough, Yan Zhicheng's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head and looked at him with a very deep and deep look.
"What do you want to ask?"
Stern and cold smile, stood behind the desk with one hand in his pocket, and asked: "Who do you and Nan Qing mean to each other?"
"It's not your turn to take care of my father's personal affairs."
"Perhaps I should ask another question." Yan Han walked out and stopped in front of his father, "Nan Qing, why did you suffer from organ failure?"
The very gentle voice sounded particularly clear in the study room where only the father and son were.
Yan Zhicheng was silent for a long time, and only said coldly, "You haven't checked clearly enough?"
"Don't you dare tell An Xuyue, don't you dare tell me?"
Yan Han's face was calm, but his tone was aggressive.
Yan Zhicheng looked ugly, with one hand on the handle of the chair, his posture was still the same as before, but his gradually clenched fists revealed his emotions.
After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at his silent son.
"Why are you afraid of asking me in such a hurry?"
Yan Han said: "Song Xiang is most likely Rong Boye's daughter."
An incredible, yet expected answer.
Yan Zhicheng's eyebrows narrowed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, seemingly in pain and relief. The faces of Nan Qing and Song Xiang flashed through his mind repeatedly.
Everything has an explanation, but it doesn't make sense.
"How certain is your so-called possibility?"
"Ninety percent."
silence.
Yan Zhicheng narrowed his eyes and thought about Rong Boye's actions during this period.
He gives An Xuyue a birthday gift every year. Not only did he not send it this year, he also went to Qincheng in person. It seemed that it was for business, but in fact, it was just to clear up the misunderstanding between him and An Xuyue.
He took the initiative to give in simply because he knew Song Xiang was his daughter.
He did those things in advance for the sake of his daughter.
Yan Han stood, looking down, looking at the complicated emotions in Yan Zhicheng's eyes, and his heart sank.
He should have thought long ago that there was definitely more than just emotional entanglement between his parents and Rong Boye.
"Keep your heart in your belly, you don't need to bear the sins I have done. That girl is not stupid, and she won't make you angry because of these irrelevant things."
Yan Zhicheng pressed the handle of the chair and suddenly stood up.
Yan Han pursed his thin lips tightly and said no more. His question already had an answer.