Song Xianhe didn't mention anything about what had happened during the day, as though nothing ever had.
In the evening, when the family was having dinner, there was suddenly a clamorous din from outside.
Chang had brought his wife and two brothers. The moment they entered the yard, they shouted. At the door, he kicked it open and roared. "Song Yuan, great way of raising your son! If you don't give me an answer today, I'll trash your house!"
Song Yuan was somewhat stunned as he put down his chopsticks and asked, "What… What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? Are you acting dumb with me?" Chang's younger brother roared as he flipped over a table, sending the utensils across the ground. Song Xiancheng was ultimately still young, so he cried upon seeing this scene.
Song Xianshu hurriedly coaxed him while Song Xianhe silently stood behind Song Yuan. He knew that he was the eldest in the house apart from his father. He was the only one who could help.
