Just as they were chatting happily, a maid came in.

"Madam, sir is back."

Astonishment flashed across Ning An's face: "Why is he back?"

"Mr. Song's car just came back and should be in the living room soon," the maid said.

"I understand." Ning An responded calmly.

The maid nodded and went down.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the living room was opened, and a gust of hot wind swept in.

Song Shaoyan was holding his suitcase with one hand and his suit hanging on the crook of his other arm. He looked tired and tired.

There is depth between his deep brows and eyes, his eyes remain unmoved and his face is calm.

His sharp eyes fell on Ning An and never moved away.

Ye Jiaqi raised her head and saw Song Shaoyan. She pushed Ning An, who was drinking tea, with her hand.

The man in the dark shirt was still as elegant as ever, just like when Ye Jiaqi first saw him.

Ning An raised his head and frowned.

Why does he look like he just came back from a business trip?

Didn't you have dinner with Gu Huiyin at noon?

Song Shaoyan placed his suitcase by the wall and walked slowly to the sofa.

"You're back." Ning An wanted to stand up.

"I heard you were injured." Song Shaoyan held her shoulders and threw the suit on the sofa, "It's not serious."

"It's okay, I just sprained my foot. It's not a big deal."

"I just came back from City Z. Sorry, I'm late." He looked apologetic.

City Z is not far from the capital, very close.

Ye Jiaqi was a little embarrassed: "An'an, I remembered that I had an appointment with Professor Mu today. I'll go to Mu's house first."

Here she is, more or less like a lightbulb.

After saying that, she ran away without caring whether Ning An answered or not.

But Song Shaoyan said calmly from behind: "Miss Ye, I'll ask the driver to take you off."

"Thank you." Ye Jiaqi became more and more embarrassed.

Song Shaoyan really had no intention of keeping her. She said she wanted to leave and immediately gave orders to the driver.

"Good times, be careful on the road." Ning An had no choice but to warn.

Ye Jiaqi didn't stay too long, she just sent Ning An home safely.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi left, silence returned to the living room.

Ning An sat on the sofa, stroking the teacup in her hand expressionlessly.

She looked down at the tea leaves in the white porcelain cup, which were light green and floating quietly on the water.

The tea is fragrant and the water is misty.

"Let me take a look." Song Shaoyan squatted down and stretched out his hand to check the injury on her ankle.

Ning An subconsciously shrank her feet and didn't let him touch her.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, and the wedding is gone and there's no one in the living room, so there's no need to show it to others." Ning An's face was indifferent and calm.

She pulled her feet back.

Song Shaoyan did not move, but squatted on the ground, his eyes darkening.

"What are you doing to show others? Isn't it right for me to care about you?" Song Shaoyan said coldly.

"No, I'm afraid."

Ning An moved to the sofa, farther away from Song Shaoyan.

Can a weasel give a New Year greeting to a rooster and be kind to him? Ning An doesn't believe it.

Song Shaoyan's face became even darker. He raised his head and stared at Ning An: "Your attitude is very problematic."

"Huh?" Ning An was surprised, why is there something wrong with her attitude?

She didn't want to quarrel with Song Shaoyan, because she knew that she would not have peace when he came back.

"I was on a business trip and you didn't even call me?" Song Shaoyan stood up, with a reproachful tone, but more of a helpless tone.

"You don't need a phone call."

"You!" Song Shaoyan choked.
Chapter completed!