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Not only Ye An was checking Ye Xiaolou's details, but Xiang Shaochen asked people to check Ye Xiaolou's details as soon as he left the hospital. He already knew Ye Xiaolou's name, but other than the name, no one else was there. Know.

When Xiang Yan heard from the housekeeper that Xiang Shaochen wanted to see him, he was standing in front of the mirror wearing a tie.

The housekeeper said behind him: "After the funeral of the young lady, the young master has been very quiet these few days..."

Xiang Yan tore off the tie casually, and said calmly after a while, "Call me over here."

The weather was gray, hot and gloomy, like a harbinger of imminent rain.

Xiang Shaochen walked into the garden of the inner house, where several servants were cleaning the corridor.

Xiang Shaochen walked all the way in, the road leading to the study was quiet, only one servant was wiping the floor, Xiang Shaochen stopped and looked at the corner ahead.

Turn left from there, and you will be able to lead to the master bedroom of the head of the Xiang family. Except for Xiang Yan's confidantes, there is usually no one approaching here, but Xiang Shaochen saw a man walking out with a tray. The servant, and that room was obviously not his father's bedroom.

"Wait." Xiang Shaochen stopped the servant, and whispered, "Who is it for?"

The servant was about to answer something when Ye An's voice came from the door of the study.

"Master, Mr. Xiang is waiting for you."

Xiang Shaochen had no choice but to let the servant go.

Xiang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the study, with his teacup in front of him.

The cigarette on the ashtray hadn't been extinguished yet, Xiang Yan was sitting relaxed on the sofa, his collar was casually open, and his untied tie was hanging loosely on it, revealing a few inches of his muscular chest.

"Father."

As soon as Xiang Shaochen entered the door, Xiang Yan opened his eyes. When he spoke, Xiang Yan just half-closed his eyes and looked over.

When he looked at people like this, he didn't show any expression, but even in such a relaxed sitting posture, the deterrent power in his eyes made people feel intimidated.

In this family, Xiang Yan represents absolute authority, even his only son cannot be as close to him as a normal father-son relationship.

"You can't take it anymore?" Xiang Yan smiled coldly.

Xiang Shaochen's heart shuddered, Xiang Yan's words contained many meanings.

Xiang Shaochen didn't dare to think about it immediately, and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, father."

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

"Yes, I shouldn't go to the bar with people when my aunt is gone, but father..."

There was a loud bang, Xiang Shaochen didn't know for a moment whether his father had slapped the table, and his face turned pale for a moment.

"You still know that it's your aunt who died?!" Xiang Yan showed a lot of anger. He stood up and walked to Xiang Shaochen, pointing at him with a stern voice: "The murderer hasn't been caught yet, your aunt You can't even close your eyes! You're lucky, you can't bear to go out and have fun without going out for three days?!"

Xiang Yan has never cared much about Xiang Shaochen's affairs, and it is never something that needs to be covered up when the young prince of the Xiang family goes to sensual places.

But on the third day after Xiang Rou's death, he went to the bar with a group of cronies. This incident alarmed Xiang Yan. family, and blocked the news in time, someone had already taken him away and dealt with it with family law.

Even if it is an ordinary family, if an elder in the family dies, or is killed for unknown reasons, then it is not good for the younger generation to go out to spend time and drink immediately after that.

What's more, in the Xiang family, a family with strict rules.

"Father, listen to me..." Xiang Shaochen hurriedly wanted to explain, but raised his head to meet Xiang Yan's gaze, and didn't say a word.

Xiang Yan looked down at him, his tall figure was against the light, and his face was covered with a layer of haze.

Xiang Shaochen realized that he couldn't say anything now, even if it was a reasonable explanation, it was just sophistry to his father.

"I'm sorry, father, I know I was wrong."

Xiang Yan stared at him for a long time, the air-conditioning in the room was so cold that a layer of fine sweat broke out on Xiang Shaochen's back.