After silently scolding for a headache in his heart, Xiang Qian snorted coldly and turned away.


    forget it.


    This family is like this anyway. If he can be free for a few more years, he can be free for a few more years.


    God knows how long it will last.


    Oh.


    ……


    half a month later.


    Today is father Xiang Yan''s 75th birthday.


    In order to welcome the arrival of this day, Xiang''s family has prepared for a long time and decided to hold a rich family banquet on the birthday to entertain the old man''s close friends and all Xiang''s business partners.


    On such a big day, Xiang Xing has no reason not to participate.


    After all, it''s grandpa''s birthday.


    So the little guy changed into her little dress made of special materials, and after aunt Zhuang''s dressing, he sat obediently at the door of the ward, waiting for Xiang''s bodyguard to pick her up.


    Today, she didn''t put a black wig on her white hair as the original owner used to.


    Instead, after directly ironing the silver white hair into a long roll, carefully tie a pair of lively and flexible double horsetails, and then tie a long ribbon.


    Since Jiang Yue''s costume cosplay, Xiang Xing''s hairstyles have been replaced by double horsetails.


    After all, because of the fundamental relationship between the hair color, she will feel a little old for another hair style.


    It''s better to go straight to the tender.


    Before long, the bodyguards of the Xiang family came.


    The elite bodyguards in black stood straight in front of the door for two rows. Then they drank together and opened the UV resistant parasol specially prepared for Xiang Xing.


    Then, accompanied by Aunt Zhuang, the little guy walked towards the parking lot of the sanatorium in the two rows of big umbrellas.


    It''s said that this battle looks like some empress and imperial concubine on patrol


    She sighed with emotion.


    However, when Xiang Xing came to the car to pick her up, she paused and suddenly stopped.


    He stared straight at the black Bentley in front of him.


    This car is not the Bentley that used to pick up the original owner and belongs to Grandpa Xiang Yan.


    Although the model is the same, even the license plate is the same, but the intuition of the original owner left in the host tells her that this car is definitely not.


    Moreover, if not, the car is also equipped with Grandpa''s license plate, which naturally makes her feel more uneasy and a trace of potential danger.


    Thinking of this, the little guy quickly called to the duck in the cage on the side: [duck, check who owns this car.]


    [hey.]


    The duck answered and immediately called up the retrieval system.


    After a search, even it couldn''t help being serious, [a Xing, this car is Fang Yali''s, and it''s not Bentley... It''s a specially modified car!]


    [this kind of car, let''s not go up...]


    The car disguised as an old man. Who knows what conspiracy is in it!


    [I think so, too.]


    Xiang Xing answered it again.


    After a pause, he simply stood where he was, didn''t move forward, and didn''t say anything.


    Her abnormal behavior made her see the bodyguards around her, aunt Zhuang, all looking confused and forced.


    "What''s the matter with you, miss?"


    Aunt Zhuang looked at the sky, and then looked at the extremely warm sunshine, which was approaching the evening. She couldn''t help but get closer to Xiang Xing with worry, "we haven''t recovered yet. The sun can''t shine!"