Early the next morning, while Yang Fan was still having breakfast, the Song family's eldest son walked in from the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Having breakfast, I see. Up so early, and quite a spread you have here." He approached them, making small talk.
A Fu didn't like this guy, Qiu Hongshan wasn't fond of this brat either, and Yang Fan kept eating, ignoring him.
With the person present, it wouldn't do to say nothing. After all, this brat was Song Mingyang's son, so Qiu Hongshan spoke up: "What are you here for? Not going out to indulge in debauchery?"
"Uncle Qiu, what are you saying? You're mocking me. I've turned over a new leaf and won't cause any more mischief."
Qiu Hongshan looked up at the sky: "The sun still rises from the east, doesn't it?"
"Uncle Qiu, really, I swear I absolutely will..."
"Don't make oaths, we're eating, it spoils the appetite. Nothing good comes from believing your words, just go, go." Qiu Hongshan waved his hand dismissively.
