Old Song and Father Xiang's secret relationship

AN: One chapter today, I will make up for it tomorrow. Happy reading.

Han Xin drove back to his seaside villa, the car's engine purring softly against the backdrop of crashing waves. The journey was silent, the tension in the air palpable. Han Xin's mood was so dark that Han Zhan, sitting beside him, didn't dare utter a word, fearing he might ignite the simmering anger.

When they arrived, Han Xin stepped out of the car without a word, his expression a stormy mask. Han Zhan watched him warily, his own nerves on edge. Han Xin headed upstairs, his footsteps heavy, to take a shower. Meanwhile, Han Zhan lit a cigarette and stepped out onto the patio. The rain, which had been pouring down in torrents, had now reduced to a gentle drizzle. Han Zhan looked up, extending his hand. The rain had almost stopped, with only a few stray drops landing on his palm. He sighed, extinguishing his cigarette, and walked back inside.