"Just this matter?"
Song Zhen raised his eyebrows, leaning casually on the chair.
One hand gently held the walnut handle of the chair, his attractive fingertips tapping lightly and intermittently.
His lazy voice, relaxed movements, and raffish air,
suddenly made the three people opposite feel an increased pressure!
Song Enshuo took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pointed at him, "This concerns your lifelong matter! You can't keep treating it as a child's play!"
Yue Meiqi hurriedly stepped forward, gripped her husband's shoulders, and carefully patted his back, "Old Song, don't be angry!
Zhenzhen has liked Xinfeng for so many years, it has been obvious to all.
Xinfeng has been overseas for five years, and he hasn't had a girlfriend, which shows he has been waiting for her.
Let's talk nicely, we are all family, don't get angry!"
Yue Meiqi's appearance was much inferior compared to Song Zhen's biological mother.
But her parental home was formidable.
