When Song Zhiqing rushed to the Plum Garden, Mistress Lu was going over the private accounts of the Plum Garden with Song Ruwei, the mother and daughter whispering closely, occasionally letting out low chuckles, which came off as grating to Song Zhiqing's ears.
He forcefully lifted the curtain, glaring at Mistress Lu with a face full of resentment.
Someone has died, and she's happy about it, her laughter more joyous?
How could this person have no sympathy at all?
Mistress Lu's smile froze at the corners of her mouth as she stood up.
Song Ruwei also stood up, giving a salute to Song Zhiqing, "Father."
Song Zhiqing looked at her outfit and said, "What's with this attire? Although Aunt Bai was your stepmother, now that she's gone, even if you don't want to mourn her properly, you shouldn't dress so flamboyantly and laugh so merrily. What would people say if word got out?"
