Song Jinze stood up, striding forward with his long legs to Old Master Song and explained, "Grandfather, I've indeed been really busy lately."
Old Master Song huffed, "Busy? Is that the excuse you've come up with? Oh, so people live just to study and work? And can neglect their family now, huh?"
In the Song family, the words of Old Master Song carried absolute authority. Since childhood, the person Song Jinze had feared the most was Old Master Song.
In the past year, apart from bringing Ye Zhenzhen home for a meal on the day they registered their marriage, he had barely ever come back home.
It was no wonder Old Master Song blew his beard and glared whenever he saw him.
Seeing this, Madam Song hurriedly stood up, smiling amiably, "Dad, stop berating him. The child is busy, isn't he? Now that the three of them are here, let's go have dinner."
