The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The sound of the piano was so loud and heavy that it even covered up the sound of the wind chimes.

Old Mrs. Sang was standing at the door, her silver hair had some water stains on it, and although she wasn't smiling, one could tell there was a hint of anger in her face.

Sang Ran stood up: "Grandma?"

It’s not surprising that Old Lady Sang appears here, it’s just that the timing is not right.

She asked, "Why are you here?"

As he said that, he hurried forward, took out a tissue from his bag, and started to wipe Old Mrs. Sang.

"It's okay." Old Lady Sang waved her hand. "I'm going back to the Sang family tonight. I passed by this street and thought I'd stop by and take a look."

Going back to the Sang family? Did something happen?

However, since there were outsiders present, Sang Ran didn't dare to ask too much.

The boss couldn't hide his surprise when he saw Mrs. Sang. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Old sister, you haven't been here for a long time."

Old Lady Sang glanced at him in reproach: "You, if you continue to praise her like this, she will almost praise you to the sky."

"Oh." The boss scratched his head. "Old sister, your request is too high. The little girl is only a little old. How can she understand the sadness in this song?"

"It's pretty good," he continued.

It's not that these two people were picky. There was indeed nothing wrong with how Sang Ran played the music. It's just that he had too little experience and it was difficult for him to bring out the emotions and profound meaning in the music.

But if we just talk about skills, it's not bad.

The boss asked Mrs. Sang again: "Why did you choose to come at this time? The weather is not good. You might as well wait until tomorrow to pick a better time."

Old Mrs. Sang had a hunched back. She walked to the piano where Sang Ran had just sat and said in a voice that sounded a bit sad: "I miss him a little."

I've been thinking about it these two days.

I don't know if he will blame her for not raising their son well.

The wrinkled hands pressed the piano keys, and when playing the piano, Mrs. Sang would always try to keep her back straight. The hands with traces of time played out the longing accumulated over the years, like pouring out bitter water, and the piano keys were like flowing water, carrying memories and pouring out.

It is long and lingering, and sometimes roars as fiercely as the deep sea, stirring the heart and shaking the soul.

The music score was almost played halfway when it suddenly stopped. Her back was hunched again. She had just caught a cold and was now coughing uncontrollably.

I coughed so much that tears blurred my eyes and I couldn't even see the piano keys.

He always came to her dreams to see what she was doing, which made her miss him for no reason. If she had known earlier, she should have been nicer to him, even nicer.

"I'm old and can't play anymore." Old Mrs. Sang lowered her head and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.

Sang Ran felt a little sore in his heart.

“Wuwuwuwuwu, ahhhhhh—” The loud wails broke the sad atmosphere. Yao Ya sniffed, “Grandma! Your playing makes me feel so uncomfortable!”

Uh......

The boss's mouth twitched: "The old lady is still as powerful as she was back then."

Okay, another one cried.

This is indeed the beauty of this song. Only those who can grasp its essence can play out the sadness in it.

Seeing that the old lady seemed to have signs of a cold, Sang Ran took off his coat and covered her thin shoulders.

She said, "Grandma, I'll take you back."

"Don't be so willful next time. It's raining outside. If you want to come, just ask me to accompany you. You won't get soaked like this."

Old Mrs. Sang tried to suppress the itch in her throat and said, "There's a driver outside. I just got caught in the rain on the way here. It's okay."

She stood up by the edge of the piano and looked at the boss: "I don't know how many times I can come here in the future. I have played this piece for you so many times. If it is not perfect this time, please tolerate it."

"What are you talking about!" The boss was also somewhat moved, "It is my blessing to meet a confidant like you."

"I'll take you out." He picked up the transparent umbrella at the door.

Sang Ran and Yao Ya followed behind and watched Old Lady Sang get into the car. Sang Ran didn't look away until the taillights of the car were out of sight.

"I don't want to go shopping anymore. Let's go back, Sang Ran." Yao Ya still couldn't get rid of the sad mood.

Seeing that the person next to her did not respond, she called out again, "Sang Ran, Sang Ran?"

"Ah? Oh... okay." Sang Ran responded somewhat listlessly.

On the way back, Sang Ran asked her, "Yao Ya, do you think I should bring my grandma to live with me?"

"Sure." Yao Ya thought it was feasible. "After all, the house Pei Jingping gave you is so big, and the old lady can see Sang Ning often."

Sang Ran also made up her mind and prepared to go back and talk to Pei Jingping. After all, she still had to ask for his opinion.

Sitting in the car back in the drizzle, Sang Ran stared blankly out the window. The bustling neon lights along the way were smudged into a cyber picture by the raindrops on the car window.

You can vaguely see traces of slanting rain.

My chest felt stuffy and I couldn't explain the feeling. I always felt that there was something strange about Old Lady Sang during this meeting, but I didn't know what the problem was.

When we got home, it was time for dinner, and the five of us had already gotten used to eating at the same table.

Sang Ran mentioned what happened just now: "I want to bring grandma to live with me."

"Sure." Pei Jingping answered without any hesitation. He put food into Sang Ran's bowl very naturally.

Gao Rufeng raised his eyes and glanced over here: "But you have to make sure grandma wants to come first."

Of course Yao Ya knew that Sang Ran was in a bad mood tonight. She kicked Gao Rufeng under the table and signaled him to concentrate on eating with her eyes.

Gao Rufeng pursed his lips, but didn't say anything else.

In fact, what he said is correct.

In their eyes, Old Lady Sang is a member of the Sang family after all. Even if she has a good relationship with Sang Ran, she will not leave the Sang family alone and come to live with Sang Ran.

It's no use for them to discuss it here by themselves, they still have to ask for Grandma Sang's opinion.

Of course Sang Ran also knew this. She had originally planned to say hello to Pei Jingping and then call Old Lady Sang to ask her opinion.

The meal was neither salty nor bland.

The next day, Sang Ran stayed at home all day to sort out Angris's information and prepare for the new products of the next quarter. Sang Ning played with Yao Ya downstairs.

What was different from before was that this time Sang Ran set up a camera.

The entire design process was filmed, but the face was not shown throughout the whole process.

She is planning to launch a piece of jewellery this season.

It was only at this time that Sang Ran realized a problem, which was that she was too slow in releasing new models. Although scarcity makes things valuable, this could easily lead to low fan stickiness.

But the brand tone of Angres has been set, and it is not easy to adjust. If you really want to gain a foothold in the fashion field, you may want to consider starting a company.

She would place Angres under the company umbrella and launch a sister brand, focusing on the speed of new product launches. However, by then she would be too busy to handle all of it on her own.

We also need to recruit other designers in China.

In the evening, Yao Ya knocked on her door excitedly with full makeup on, and saw her sitting at the table, drawing and clapping her hands and feet.

"You haven't even started packing yet! Hurry up, the time is almost up!"

Sang Ran really couldn't remember things that she didn't take to heart. She looked confused: "What's the matter?"

Then she suddenly remembered: "Oh, the class reunion!"