Just as she finished speaking, Old man Song walked in from the outside, a bowl of sweet potato porridge in each hand.
"It's late, and there isn't much else to eat at home. Have some porridge to warm your stomachs. Good friend, good friend."
As he spoke, he looked at his daughter again, his gaze holding a deeper meaning compared to before.
Cheng Yanqing saw that Shen Lan was eager to distance herself from him. Any further explanation from him would only be tiresome.
There are many days ahead, and Shen Lan was once his wife and would be again in the future.
He remained silent, without saying more.
Old man Song glanced at him, a certain fear filling his heart.
But when he considered the odd couple's refined clothing and shining car, another thought began to form in his mind.
His own daughter was a village beauty, widely known for her understanding and grace within miles around.
