Song Chongjun felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, even the finest tea tasted bland to him.
This was the first time he and his brothers had come to Song Chongjin's courtyard. The front yard was where Song Chongjin entertained guests and studied.
The place had just been painted and renovated; all sorts of equipment inside were newly placed.
In the past few days, both Song Hong and the old lady had sent a lot of good furnishings over. With no place to put them inside, Wang Yongzhu thought that since Song Chongjin would surely entertain guests in the front yard in the future, he selected a few items to display outside.
Song Chongjun immediately noticed several items on the curio shelf, things he had long coveted. He had seen them on his father's desk before and later heard they were sent to the private treasury.
Now, they were blatantly displayed in Song Chongjin's room, and Song Chongjun could hardly suppress the roaring jealousy and hatred in his heart.
