Song Rui slammed his empty wine glass down. He sat back in his seat, chin tilted up in a defiant, couldn't-care-less posture.
Song Zhilan's expression darkened. She hadn't expected her nephew to be so bold, daring to speak to her in such a tone. Even more infuriating was the fact that he had been secretly dating someone. She could tell he was serious this time; this wasn't just another casual fling.
Old Mr. Song had remained silent throughout the exchange. He watched this seemingly unfamiliar version of Song Rui with keen interest. After a long pause, he finally smiled. "Rui, you're talking about... that young lady working at the Capital Museum, aren't you? If I remember correctly, her name is Zhuo Yiyi, right?"
Song Rui froze. He stared at his grandfather, eyes wide. "Grandpa, you... you investigated me?"
