"Laowu! What do you mean by this? If you have any dissatisfaction with me and our Third Brother, let's discuss it privately. Today, we're here to visit our Eldest Brother, so why cause a scene in front of him?" Song Chongjun grabbed hold of the restless Song Chongzhao, putting on an air of understanding the bigger picture.
Song Chongjin initially didn't want to pay any attention to any of them. No matter how they fussed, he intended to treat it like watching a play.
But Song Chongjun's words seemed like he wanted to drag him into the mess?
He merely gave Song Chongjun a cold glance, and Song Chongjun felt as if all his internal organs, along with his schemes, were laid bare.
Feeling somewhat unable to withstand it, he turned his head away.
Song Chongjin raised his tea cup: "You've seen the person, you've had the tea. My place is small and cannot accommodate your grandeur, please, all of you, leave now—"
