In the four simple words, Lin Yiran heard a slight curse.
She put on her coat, her usual calm expression became more gloomy and her eyes became complicated.
A few words that sounded full of concern to others gave Lin Yiran the most ruthless curse.
Lin Yiran frowned and gently stroked the slightly raised abdomen.
There is also a little life here, and what I fear most at this time is to fall down from the steps.
Lin Yiran looked around at the lounge area of ​​the tennis court.
Although this place is spacious, there is no step. Song Yan’s so-called careful step is not about caring, but a curse that scares Lin Yiran.
Lin Yiran's pupils contracted to the extreme in an instant, and his eyes gradually became colder.
Halfway through Li Hanxuan's departure, she stopped, turned around and glanced at Song Yan.
This seemingly honest woman had a sarcastic smile on her lips.
She opened her mouth, and although she did not make any sound, Lin Yiran inexplicably showed what she wanted to express.
Song Yan just made a syllable, she was imitating Lin Yiran's screams falling down the steps.
After learning that she was Lin Yiran, Song Yan's eyes revealed extremely evil.
Lin Yiran turned around resolutely and followed Li Hanxuan into the elevator.
Until the moment the elevator door was closed, Song Yan did not leave.
She deliberately let Lin Yiran see her face, deliberately stimulating Lin Yiran, making her fear of Song Yu's release from prison.
The moment the elevator door was completely closed, Lin Yiran breathed out with relief.
Lin Yiran raised her hand and pressed the elevator button for a day. When she remembered Song Yan's identity, she asked with a tentative look, "Do you often come here?"
"I don't come often." Li Hanxuan opened the soda and took a sip, his voice low and hoarse.
This is his truth. Although he likes to play tennis, he has been busy with the Li Group and Bai Jingrou's recovery these days, and hasn't been here to play basketball for a long time.
As for the receptions standing at the front desk, only one receptionist Li Hanxuan had some memory, and the rest were some new faces, which he had never even seen before.
Lin Yiran did not get the answer she wanted.
Looking at Li Hanxuan's sincere answer, she knew that this man didn't seem to be lying.
Lin Yiran lowered her eyes. It seemed that Li Hanxuan didn't know that one of the receptions was Song Yu's sister, Song Yan.
Lin Yiran didn't know how to speak out for the shocking news.
The elevator stopped on the first floor and the elevator door slowly opened. Li Hanxuan stopped just as he walked out of the elevator.
He saw Lin Yiran’s wrong and explained to Lin Yiran in a plain tone, “I don’t come here often. The receptions here are very frequent, so they are basically unfamiliar faces.”
Lin Yiran limped out of the elevator, "I'm just asking..."
She pursed her lips tightly, just wanting to go home soon and change into these high heels.
After such friction, Lin Yiran was suffering every step he took.
Li Hanxuan put one hand in one pocket. Seeing Lin Yiran's expression change, he slowly curled up the corner of his right lips, "The receptions just now have people you know."
His voice was as cold as ever, without a trace of doubt.

Chapter completed!