"What's up?" Yu Qianying could tell that Song Yu had something to say just by looking at her behavior.
"Nothing, just some last-minute matters with the company, which I'll have to…"
"Are you working overtime again? You're always working overtime, for you to come home is such a rare occasion. I even thought of hooking you up with Jian Yi but you're not making it any easier for me. Maybe you should just spend the rest of your life with your job!"
"Ma. This business really is important." Song Yu acted like a spoiled child and tugged lightly at Yu Qianying's woolen sweater.
Yu Qianying shook Song Yu's hand off moodily. "Go, go, go! Go and take care of your business!"
The argument from the kitchen could be heard from the living room, prompting Jian Yi and Song Donglin to enter the kitchen.
"What happened?" Song Donglin removed his presbyopia glasses and rubbed its lens against his shirt.
