Song Yan took it all in and unconsciously stepped forward to link arms with Song Chengye. He paused for a moment, turned his head to look at her, and gave her hand a reassuring pat.
Only when she caught his gaze did Song Yan manage to calm down temporarily, releasing her grip and standing silently to the side.
Now, whether Song Ci was there or not was irrelevant.
Song Yan didn't care about her presence; the person who really disgusted her was Song Min'an.
Mr. Song declared in a clear voice, "Guests are to be treated with respect; let's all take a seat. Min'an hasn't come back for so many years; tonight, we brothers should have a few more drinks."
Two large tables were set for the evening, one for the gentlemen and one for the ladies.
Song Ci sat next to the old grandmother, chatting and laughing together, presenting a picture of harmony and warmth, much like a grandmother and granddaughter.
