But Mr. Song was somewhat fierce. Even if Madam Song had opinions, she dared not say much and could only endure. The servants attending them dared not even breathe, each with their heads bowed, as if wishing to bury their heads in their chests.
Everyone hoped Mr. Song's anger would dissipate quickly.
Song Wanwan gathered her courage to speak on behalf of her mother, "Father, please don't blame Mother anymore. Isn't the most important thing now to find a way to invite the Seventeenth Prince?"
Mr. Song replied, "You're not wrong, but you see the situation now; that Seventeenth Prince simply won't come."
Indeed!
Having recognized this fact, everyone fell silent. They stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in front of them, as if staring long enough could reveal something new.
Seeing everyone's expression, Mr. Song sighed deeply, "Fine, let's eat our meal, everyone, go ahead and eat."
