Song Zhiqing stood in the small study like a quail, shrinking his limbs, not daring to breathe loudly, letting Song Zhiyuan's cold pressure swallow and crush him.
His heart was about to explode with panic.
"Did you lay hands on your wife?" Song Zhiyuan glared at him, his tone carrying an irresistible iciness.
Song Zhiqing was startled, his body shivered, and he stammered, "No, I just accidentally touched her during a push and pull."
"No? Your wife's side has already called the house physician, and you still dare to say no?" Song Zhiyuan's gaze was cold: "Third Brother, in this household, if I want to know something, nothing can be hidden from me."
Song Zhiqing lowered his head, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Big Brother's words fully demonstrated who indeed is the master of this household.
