Song Xiang didn't expect Yan Han to react so violently, so he quickly stopped him and talked in the car.
"Is there something wrong with Chu Xun?"
"If it weren't for you, everything in the Rong family would be his, would he sincerely teach you? Ji Yu confessed to the two previous assassinations, who knows if he took the blame for him?"
Yan Han frowned, with a worried look on his face, "Putting this kind of person next to you will only lead to endless troubles."
It turns out this is what he said.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't be nervous. I don't have much contact with him, and there are so many people in my family. What can he do to me? Dad can think of anything you can think of, and he won't harm me."
"
Yan Han remained silent, these words were true.
Outside the car, someone came over and knocked on the window.
Song Xiang pressed the button and saw clearly that the person was Uncle Yu.
"Miss, it's getting late."
Song Xiang nodded, turned around, held Yan Han's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm safe."
Yan Han looked serious and looked out through the car window.
Seeing Song Xiang get out of the car, he still felt uneasy, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't keep Song Xiang with him all the time.
"Master?" Yan Song called.
Yan Han didn't respond, his eyes were still fixed on Song Xiang's back walking towards the house, his fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the car window, silent and deep in thought.
…
When Song Xiang returned home, it was almost ten o'clock, and the lights in the main house had been dimmed. She walked in, but Rong Boye was still sitting in the hall.
"Dad, why are you still downstairs?"
"Wait for you."
Rong Boye raised his head and looked around her face, "Have you been drinking?"
Song Xiang touched his cheek and said, "A little bit."
"Do you know what time it is?"
Hearing this tone, Song Xiang looked at the clock guiltily and said, "Nine forty-three."
"Have you ever come home so late before?" Rong Boye continued to ask.
Song Xiang thought that at this time before, she had stayed with Yan Han.
She didn't dare to say anything, she put her hands behind her back, answered silently, lowered her head and prepared to listen to the lecture.
Rong Boye looked at her as if she was a primary school student admitting her mistake, his eyes were slightly warm, his tone was gentler, and he said: "Go out to play, and come back before nine o'clock."
Song Xiang nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely remember it next time!"
Rong Boye glanced at her and said, "After drinking the hangover soup, go to the third floor. The philosophy teacher is waiting for you."
Song Xiang was stunned, "You still have class so late?"
Rong Boye: "If you are new to philosophy, it is easy to fall asleep while listening to it. It helps you sleep."
Song Xiang: "..."
She smiled secretly and walked to the table to drink the hangover soup.
"Dad, I'm going to class."
Rong Boye responded.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and ran upstairs.
There was plenty of light on the second floor. She went to the study, knocked on the door and went in, and heard movement inside.
When I got closer, I saw that the projection was put down, and the woman was sitting behind the computer, debugging the machine.
Song Xiang tried calling, "Teacher?"
The other party showed his face from behind the computer.
He is of middle-to-upper-middle appearance, around thirty, has a good temperament, wears professional attire, and looks at people with a sharp gaze.
Song Xiang took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, I am Song Xiang."
The other party nodded, did not stand up, and just made a gesture of invitation to her.
"Hello, Miss Rong, my surname is Tan. You can call me Teacher Tan. I will teach all your philosophy classes from now on."
Song Xiang took a look at the ppt. The producer was - Tan Shu.
The other party's attitude was neither cold nor indifferent. He briefly introduced his resume and then made a list of books for Song Xiang.
"Miss Rong, I don't teach students without talent. Please read these books as soon as possible so that we can take the entrance test."