Just now, Lu Xintong had heard the unbearable insults outside, and she wondered what Song Yu would think if he heard those words.
As a young master from an influential family, with a good upbringing and knowledge, he might not be able to accept the coarse language that Lu Xintong used, which only low-class ruffians would utter.
With time, once the conflicts intensify...
Qiao Xu sighed in her heart.
She didn't care about how Lu Xintong's days went by, but she felt slightly regretful for Song Yu.
However, it was someone else's business, and she wouldn't meddle, nor was she qualified to criticize.
"Thank you, Grandma. I already ate. I heard you were sick, so I brought Tongtong here to see you."
Mentioning Lu Xintong, Song Yu's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly once again.
