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He directly handed over the phone, respectfully placing it on Cen Yan's open palm.

Cen Yan picked it up and only said one word.

"Hey."

"It really is Mr. Cen."

The voice over there was very familiar.

Cen Yan smiled, "I just met during the day, Steward Shi."

"Yes. I just don't know what you want to do with our family's third young master? You have to beat our people."

"I'll pay for the medical expenses." Cen Yan directly interrupted him, "Before I got this call, I wasn't sure that the person I was looking for was your third young master."

She smiled cleanly, "You should know who the person I'm looking for is very clear. It just so happened that these people were discovered sneakily. It just so happened...the phone call came to you."

"Since that's the case, there's no need to talk anymore. Where is the third young master? I'll go and see him in person."

"Half Mountain Manor." Another voice came from the phone.

It was Song Zhao who was speaking.

At this point, Cen Yan hardly had any doubts.

She took the phone, with a little smile in her eyes, "It seems that we have a good understanding, Mr. Song."

"Come and see us."

The two have basically reached a consensus.

Cen Yan looked at the three people next to him, threw the phone over casually, then turned around and got into his car.

Things get easier here.

Go to see Song Zhao and ask about his true intentions.

……

Banshan Manor is far away after all.

When Cen Yan arrived, although there was no obstruction all the way, it was already evening.

At the gate of the manor, Steward Shi was already waiting by the side.

Seeing his car, he stepped forward to greet him, "Mr. Cen, Third Young Master has been waiting for a long time, please."

The etiquette cannot be lost.

Cen Yan handed the car keys to the servant next to him, and walked in beside Steward Shi without being humble or overbearing.

Her attitude has always been the same.

What's more, a mere half-mountain manor can't trap her.

"Mr. Cen, the third young master is inside."

Steward Shi took her to a pavilion.

It was hot outside, and even though it was not closed, there was still a cool breeze.

But there was no one around the pavilion, only Song Zhao was sitting alone in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Cen, please sit down."

Song Zhao pointed to the chair next to him, with a smile in his eyes, as if he was here to entertain guests.

"There are refreshments and coffee on the table. I don't know what you like, so I prepare them all."

Cen Yan looked at the exquisite afternoon tea on the stone table, but his face didn't have any big emotional fluctuations, he just looked at him quietly, "Let's talk business, don't be so polite."

"Haha. Mr. Cen is really straightforward. I haven't had a chance to have an in-depth conversation with you before, so I think it's not easy to talk to."

She raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and seeing Song Zhao's skillful appearance in pouring tea for her, a very faint smile appeared in her eyes, "Third Young Master is not wrong, I am not good at talking."

Originally, I didn't come here today to talk well.

Song Zhao stopped pouring tea for a moment, then looked at him as if nothing happened, and slowly pushed the teacup in front of Cen Yan.

"Try it first."

The aroma of tea gradually overflows from the moment the tea is brewed.

She picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly. After taking a small sip, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, "The rare Dahongpao?"

"Mr. Cen has good taste."

Song Zhao clapped his hands and applauded, his eyes full of appreciation.

This is not an act.

"Being able to taste tea and know how to taste tea is not just for fame, and it is rare in Ningcheng. I heard that Mr. Cen has been away for many years and is a martial artist. I didn't expect the rumor to be false."

Cen Yan put down the tea cup, and when his eyes moved, there was a hint of sarcasm, "Such a good tea is used to entertain guests. I think the things I want to talk about today will not go well."

"We'll have to talk about it to find out."

Both of them had smiles on their faces, like a breeze blowing on their faces.

If outsiders passed by, they might really think that these two people had a happy conversation.

But no matter how stalemate, they still have to get down to business.

Cen Yan glanced at his watch.

"It's almost dinner time, how about we get straight?"

"it is good."

Obviously, the plan to continue to consume each other's patience so that the other party can't hide their cards in the end has been aborted.

The two of them continue to waste time, which is nothing more than a waste of time.

"I just want to confirm one thing. Is the child in Tang Yao's belly the third young master's?"

Cen Yan cut to the chase.

When speaking, his eyes kept paying attention to Song Zhao, and he never missed any subtle expression.

But Song Zhao always had a smile on his mouth, but he just looked down at his teacup, picked it up and took a sip.

"What if I say no?"

Cen Yan's expression was slightly condensed, and he said solemnly: "Now that medical science is very advanced, there are many ways to confirm the biological father of the child. But no matter which one, it may cause harm to Tang Yao and the child. If possible, I hope to avoid these. "

Now it was Song Zhao's turn to be puzzled, "So why are you treating her so well?"

The man clasped his fingers on the wheelchair, tapping it once and for all.

Those peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were casually swept over, but happened to fall on Cen Yan's face.

He wondered why this man cared so much about his girl.

Cen Yan never felt guilty.

"Just because of empathy."

"Ok?"

She didn't mean to explain, "It's fine if the third young master doesn't understand, after all, I don't have any feelings for Tang Yao. If you want to say that you love her, it's like treating her as a younger sister."

"But Yaoyao doesn't necessarily think so." Song Zhao actually had the same idea as Gu Longwu.

From a man's point of view, Tang Yao trusted Cen Yan more than both of them.

Such trust, or dependence.

Will it turn into love in the end?

No one can guarantee.

Cen Yan just looked to the side, there was nothing but a slight thoughtful expression on her delicate cheeks.

"San Shao can find a way to change her mind. After all, she is the mother of your future child."

The implication is that it is almost certain that this child belongs to Song Zhao.

But Song Zhao still didn't admit it. He even had a deeper smile on his face, looking a little tentative. He just looked at Cen Yan like this, "Why do you think so? What's the evidence?"

Knowing he won't admit it directly.

Cen Yan was also prepared.

"That day at the Four Seasons Hotel, you happened to show up. There are not many people who have the energy to deal with all the monitoring, and San Shao is one of them."

"Hmm, it can't be completely determined that it's me."

"Third Young Master wanted to marry Tang Yao, and even sacrificed Tang Lin for this."

From the beginning to the end, Song Zhao's goal was Tang Yao. If it hadn't been for an accident, the Tang family unilaterally replaced Tang Yao, Tang Lin probably wouldn't have been arrested directly.

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows with a clear smile, "If I remember correctly, you sent Tang Lin in to save your friend."

"Aren't the three young masters contributing to the flames?"

If he hadn't pushed secretly, how could he have easily obtained all the evidence.

Then why did Wang Ziqi not give any room for negotiation and insisted on sending Tang Lin to prison?