As soon as Yan Song got to the door, he saw Doctor Hua coming out in a serious manner. Yan Song imdiately rushed over to him: "Divine Doctor, where is Yun Ya? Didn’t she co back with you?"
"Ah, it’s Yan Song. You’re asking about Yun Ya? That little girl is angry at you and doesn’t want to see you. But this girl has been getting more and more short-tempered lately, like she’s been eating bullets. Let her cool down for a few days; maybe she’ll be fine then..."
Doctor Hua waved his hand and walked away in a carefree manner.
Just as Yan Song was about to catch up, Zhuang Xiyue ca out. Seeing him, she said: "Ah Song, you’re back."
"What did Doctor Hua co here for?"
Zhuang Xiyue glanced around and pulled Yan Song to turn back into the Yan Family: "Talk at ho."
"I don’t know how Yun Ya got to know Elder Qiao. She never ntioned him before. Now that Elder Qiao is keeping her by his side, I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse," Zhuang Xiyue sighed.
Yan Song’s brow furrowed deeper, "Qiao Bowen?"
"Shh," Zhuang Xiyue looked around and covered his mouth: "How can you directly call Elder Qiao by his na?"
Yan Song stood up and strode outside.
"Where are you going?" Zhuang Xiyue chased after him, only to see Yan Song’s tall figure quickly disappearing at the door.
"This child, so rash..." Just thinking of sothing, her eyes suddenly widened: "He’s not planning to storm into Linshan, is he? This child must not create trouble."
She hurriedly called Yan Nanmo to explain the situation.
On the other end of the phone ca a mont of contemplation, "Ah Song knows his limits. I’ll keep an eye on him, rest assured."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Zhuang Xiyue looked at the phone as the screen dimd, this father and son...
"Young Master Yan..." Secretary Song was quite surprised to see Yan Song here.
"I’m here to see Father." Yan Song walked past him towards the office. Secretary Song quickly stopped him: "Sir is in a eting. If there’s anything, I can pass on the ssage for you."
Yan Song shot him a cold glance, making Secretary Song’s scalp tingle, but adhering to professional norms, he said, albeit nervously: "Sir is indeed in a eting. Perhaps you could wait in the lounge? He’ll see you the mont he finishes."
Yan Song turned towards the lounge.
Secretary Song wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. This young master is really intimidating, even harder to fathom than Mr. Yan.
Yan Song toyed with a lighter, his gaze flickering with the fla, inexplicably adding a mysterious aura to him.
"Young Master Yan, please have so tea." Secretary Song brought up a cup of tea, cautiously placing it on the table.
The man leaned lazily on the sofa. Though his posture seed lazy, his spine was straight like a sword ready to be unsheathed, all its edge hidden in the depths of his calm eyes.
"Snap," the fla went out.
"Snap," the fla reignited.
The sound echoed repeatedly in the lounge, strangely creating a sense of tension.
Secretary Song retreated carefully.
Yan Song took a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and was about to light it when sothing ca to his mind, and he laughed, extinguishing the lighter.
Yun Ya said she didn’t like him smoking; she said smoking was bad for health, and she disdained n who were decadent.
Who said it? A man who doesn’t smoke isn’t considered a real man.
He rembered in his youth, Su Jun secretly acquired two Cuban cigars from his father, and the two of them hid in the bathroom to secretly smoke. The first puff almost choked him to tears, and Su Jun laughed at him for not being manly enough.
After that, he only smoked occasionally when he was frustrated, and gradually got used to it, but not as addicted as other n were.
He never got addicted to anything, always cool-headed and restrained, knowing exactly what he should and shouldn’t do...
Except... he got addicted to a person.
Once tainted, it’s impossible to quit, unless by death...
Moreover, he didn’t want to quit.
He thought of Yun Ya’s angry, tear-streaked face that day, causing his heart to ache. He was always inadequate, never protecting her well enough, always making her cry, but at this mont, he had to make a choice.
To choose to beco a stronger man, to have the ability to protect you!
Suddenly, the door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, interrupting Yan Song’s thoughts. He turned his head to look.
"I knew you’d co to see ." Yan Nanmo walked in.
"Co on, why are you just standing there? Get ready, and co to Linshan with ."
No one knows a son better than his father; if he doesn’t know what his son is thinking, he wouldn’t be his father.
Yan Song slightly raised his eyebrows, stood up straight: "Thank you, Dad."
"Alright, alright, no need to be so polite with . I just so happen to be planning to visit Elder Qiao; get ready, let’s go together."
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