Goodness me!
Not only Song Sancheng, but even Song Tan was left with her eyes wide and mouth agape.
Her grandfather had always been cheerful and incessantly hardworking; everyone thought him to be honest and kindhearted. Never had anyone expected him to unleash a full volley, spraying bullets all over his eldest brother!
She pondered—was her own sharp tongue inherited from her grandfather?
Even Brother Xiaozhang was left with his eyes wide and mouth agape, sneakily giving Song Tan a thumbs-up behind his back.
"Your old man is really something!"
It wasn't just his sharp tongue that was impressive; most important were his clear-headedness and steady demeanor, something that many young people lacked!
Little did they know, it wasn't overnight that the river froze three feet deep; Song Youde had long experienced his eldest son's disrespect and unreliable nature.
