Song Family reception hall.
Qin Wang, in his disheveled clothes, leaned on a birchwood cane with his right hand and carried a liquor gourd in his left, his whole person reeking of alcohol.
When Song Qingshan first saw Qin Wang, he was only slightly surprised, but then quickly said with utmost respect, "Old Brother Qin, please take a seat!"
He didn't show the slightest disdain for Qin Wang's shabby appearance, and not only he and Xia Wanrong, but also the siblings Song Jie and Song Yan were all filled with respect.
"Haha, Elder Song is too polite; I'm dirty, so I'll just find a spot to sit down," laughed Qin Wang heartily and then he simply sat down on the stair steps of the second floor in the reception hall, picked up his liquor gourd, and took another big swig.
Song Qingshan and the others were all stunned by the sight; they invited him repeatedly, but Qin Wang still stubbornly sat on the stair steps.
