Shen Songming chuckled right in her face.
Pei Qin wiped her face, "You slobbering mess! Spit!"
With a twist of his mouth, Shen Songming sat back down in his chair, "I am your genuine family, after all! We're all family here—no need to stand on ceremony!"
Pei Qin wiped her face again, got up to take away the wine, and called Pei Yuan and Pei Qian over to clean up the dishes on the table.
Shen Songming propped his feet up on the table and leaned back comfortably in his chair, burping, "If only two beauties would come and give this young master a massage, that'd be perfect!" He was striking the pose of a dandy.
"I wish! Where are those two pretty little concubines of yours?" Pei Qin asked him as she sipped her hot tea.
