The strange reception revealed Lin Yiran's pain.

She leaned down slightly, with an imperceptible smile on her lips, "Mr. Lin, are you okay? I just sprinkled some tea on you, and I will help you clean it up."

Lin Yiran pursed her thin lips tightly and then saw clearly the name tag on the receptionist's chest.

Song Yan.

These two words made Lin Yiran feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

She frowned slightly and raised her eyelids to glance at this woman.

In Lin Yiran's heart, a familiar face suddenly appeared.

Li Hanxuan's former secretary, Song Yu.

The Song Yu who wanted her life and knocked her down with his car in the heavy rain...

Although Song Yan's features are not as beautiful as Song Yu's, they are still somewhat similar to Song Yu's if you take a closer look.

Her eyes fell on the broken pieces of the water glass on the ground, hoping that she was just thinking too much, "It's okay, you go clean up the broken glass, be careful."

Song Yan squatted on the ground and just picked up the pieces on the ground piece by piece with his fingers.

There was no expression on her face, and her tone was always full of yin and yang, "It will hurt if the glass shards get stuck into your fingers. Miss Lin shouldn't understand the pain of ten fingers connecting to your heart, right?"

Lin Yiran's throat seemed to be blocked, and she just sighed when she heard the tiny sound of the glass fragments touching the ground.

The relationship between Song Yan and Song Yu is probably the ten-finger-to-heart connection in Song Yan’s words.

Although Song Yan's words sounded far-fetched, Lin Yiran understood the meaning behind her words.

Lin Yiran stood up holding on to the armrest and leaned down to look at the woman in a black suit, "You are Song Yu's sister."

Song Yan, who was picking up the glass fragments, was stunned for a moment. She stopped her movements briefly and snorted coldly: "You have deceived Song Yu for the rest of your life."

Lin Yiran's eyes flashed with pain, full of sarcasm towards Song Yan, "She chose her own path, she wanted my life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hanxuan came out after changing his clothes.

Hearing the sound, Song Yan's face gradually returned to normal, and she continued to pick up the broken pieces of the cup, "Mr. Lin, be careful where you step."

Li Hanxuan fastened the buttons on his cuffs and immediately saw the tea stains on Lin Yiran's clothes.

His face looked slightly gloomy, and a coldness gradually appeared in the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong?"

Feeling Li Hanxuan's low pressure, Lin Yiran calmed down slightly and explained for Song Yan: "No...it's nothing. I accidentally spilled the tea cup."

Song Yan didn't even raise her head, "I will clean it up."

Now that she knew Song Yan's true identity, Lin Yiran's eyes gradually dimmed a bit, revealing a complicated expression.

She just tentatively asked about the relationship between Song Yan and Song Yu, but she didn't expect that her guess turned out to be true.

Calculating the time carefully, Song Yu should be released after serving his sentence. He will be released from prison in a year and a half.

Thinking of what Song Yan said, Lin Yiran felt as if a huge boulder had piled up in her heart, making her frown and confused.

Li Hanxuan took the coat from the waiter and urged Lin Yiran, who was still dazed, "Let's go, Lin Xikai should be waiting in a hurry."

Hearing that Li Hanxuan was about to leave, the receptionist came over and stood aside to say goodbye to Li Hanxuan.

They said in unison that Mr. Li walked slowly.

Song Yan was the only one, holding the fragment of the cup in his hand, and bowed to Lin Yiran with a smile: "Mr. Lin, walk slowly and be careful of the steps."


Chapter completed!