His words were clearly intentional.
Jin Zhiya, who had received a call from Song Ci the previous night, now looked pale-faced this very moment. She had a restless night and had finally made it to dawn, but Song Chengye intentionally ignored her, never giving her a chance to speak.
Just as she had made up her mind to speak up, Song Chengye put down the scissors, turned his head, and looked past her towards Song Yan, "Go and wash up, then come down for breakfast."
Song Yan said, "No thanks, don't wait for me. I'm going to freshen up and then I need to head out."
Song Chengye frowned in displeasure, "What's so urgent that you can't even spare time for breakfast? And haven't I already told you? I've cleared my schedule for today so you can attend the wedding with me."
Song Yan's voice grew fainter as she had already gone upstairs, "Don't worry, I'll attend the wedding. But I'm not the bride, so there's no need to be on time, right?"
