Xie Liangchen felt Song Xian's gaze, so she looked up to see if Creditor Song had other instructions.
"Look, this face," said Old Mrs. Song, "could anyone eat their meal while looking at it?"
Old Mrs. Song's words were quite fitting, and Xie Liangchen almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, she was a person of strong will and didn't show her emotions easily.
Song Xian saw her naturally lower her head again, but between her seemingly unimpressive brows and eyes, there was a clear trace of amusement.
Old Mrs. Song turned and instructed the housekeeper: "Set the food for the young master in the outer room."
Then she looked at Xie Liangchen: "Send him outside, would you stay in the house with me for the meal?"
To avoid suspicion, with just one sentence, Old Mrs. Song had sent her grandson out. There was no way Xie Liangchen could refuse: "I'll do as you say, Old Mrs. Song."
"Good." Old Mrs. Song was overjoyed.
