That night, Song Lianhe suddenly called for Shuang Ye, telling her to deliver something to Song Xingfeng.
In the study, Song Xingfeng stared at the soup tureen on his desk.
Inside was, indeed, a bowl of clear water.
Zhang Xi, the young attendant by Song Xingfeng's side, said, "Er, the Second Miss just had this sent over. I'm not sure what it means."
Song Xingfeng snorted. "What else could it mean? She's telling me to treat everyone equally!"
"Oh! So that's what it is!"
Irritated, Song Xingfeng had him take it away.
Speaking of which, he was finding it harder and harder to understand this daughter of his. Although she was no longer as willful and spoiled as before and seemed much more sensible, the trouble she caused was by no means small!
Especially that King Qing—somehow, she had managed to get involved with him.
Despite his foul mood, Song Xingfeng still had Zhang Xi fetch a two-hundred-tael silver note from the accounts office and send it to Xubai Small Building.
