"Why would you bring a gift to our home, child?" Wen Jing's voice was a bit scolding. "Song and your father are closer than blood brothers, while I also have a very good relationship with him, so this place is also your home! I can let this slip this time, but do not bring any more gifts. I'm already very happy with you simply visiting us."
"I'll be sure to remember that, Auntie," said Tang Xiu smilingly.
Afterward, they entered the inner courtyard and took a seat in the living room of the villa. Wen Jing then personally served some fruits and snacks and even made some tea, all of which made several housemaids nearby dumbfounded and exchange glances in confusion.
Upon seeing his mother's busy figure, Song Xiang smiled and said, "Well, you really got a big face, Tang Xiu brother. You see, even when that emperor-like Dad of mine comes home, Mom is rarely busying herself like that. Looking at her attitude and treatment toward you makes me quite envious of you."
