Gu Jiaheng finished speaking, and neither Song Ye nor Lady Song said anything, only continuing to drink their tea.
The atmosphere was very calm, yet it made Gu Jiaheng feel an oppressiveness and suffocation that left him gasping for air.
Song Ye finally finished his tea and placed the cup on the tea table.
The sound of the teacup touching the table made Gu Jiaheng sit up straight.
Song Ye smiled kindly, "As for the incident that day, what's past is past. We haven't taken it to heart. Xingyu isn't a petty person, and afterwards, we didn't hear him mention it again."
"Yes, Xingyu has always been magnanimous, and definitely hasn't taken it to heart." Song Ye's words made Gu Jiaheng break out in a cold sweat.
It was as if anyone who brought up the incident was implying that Song Xingyu wasn't generous enough.
"It's really unfortunate to have you come all this way just for this matter, I'm sorry," Song Ye apologized instead.
