"Grandpa was very disappointed with me, and I couldn't let him down." Song Shaoyan said lightly.

"What's this? Grandpa hopes that you will take over the Song family and manage the Song family well. This is his greatest expectation. You can do it, but you have to convert to Buddhism pretentiously."

"What's so pretentious about me? I've already disappointed my grandfather. Converting to Buddhism is my choice. You don't have the right to point fingers at me." Song Shaoyan glanced at her, "In this world, no one has the right to control me."

"Look, you can do it." Ning An murmured in a low voice.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"I just want to ask you a question. Song Lin can't escape the death penalty. What about Gu Huiyin? Will you reduce her sentence for her?"

"If I could reduce her sentence for her, I wouldn't have sent her to prison. What she did was big or small, and if she pushed them all to Song Lin, she could completely avoid the prison disaster. It was just whether I was willing or not." Song Shaoyan said bluntly, looking at Ning An's eyes, and underestimated, "How many years do you want her to sentence?"

"It's good that you don't have the idea of ​​reducing her sentence for her."

Ning An was not angry, but she really didn't want to see that woman so arrogant.

Her peaceful life no longer wants to be linked to Gu Huiyin's name.

"What does she have to do with me? I want to reduce her sentence for her?" Song Shaoyan sneered.

"You know what your relationship is, you know it yourself." Ning An's face turned red with cold, and his hands were inserted into his pockets. "This is the best."

"You are going back to Huacheng this time, just want to ask these questions?"

"What about that?"

Song Shaoyan's clear eyes were unknown, and his handsome face showed a little coldness and perseverance in the wind.

Ning An looked down at him.

Compared with five years ago, he has changed, and the biggest change is that he has become much more mature.

Song Shaoyan didn't speak anymore, and Ning An stopped talking.

Before Song Shaoyan's driver arrived, they just stood in one place and waited silently.

The incense in the temple smells of smoke and floats outside from time to time. The sound of chanting in the temple comes one after another, and never stops.

There is no sun today, the temperature is very low, and the surroundings are cool.

Song Shaoyan didn't wear much, there was only a thin sweater in his coat, and he didn't have a scarf, and his hands were frozen red.

He glanced at Ning An indifferently: "My driver will arrive in about ten minutes. If you want to take my car, you have to pay something."

"..." Ning An looked at him, "What?"

Song Shaoyan stretched out his hand openly and spread his palms. Just when Ning An was surprised at what he wanted to do, he had already spoken slowly: "It's too cold, give me your scarf."

Ning'an: "..."

She looked at him in surprise, her face full of questions, "Are you serious?"

Song Shaoyan is so cold. The temperature today is not a joke.

But Ning'an is cold too.

When she thought that she was wearing high heels, if she walked towards the bus stop, her feet might get worn out and she would be cold when she walked.

His driver arrives in ten minutes, just give it to him.

Ning An thought for a while and untied the off-white scarf around her neck, which also contained her body temperature and fragrance.

While untiing her scarf, she complained in her heart.

Other men are gentlemen, and Song Shaoyan is a straight man with advanced cancer.

He was so sorry for him to speak.
Chapter completed!