Song Qingshu turned around and saw a voluptuous, beautiful young matron standing at the other end of the corridor. Her face was frosty, and it was obvious she was in a poor mood.
"Greetings, Madam." Song Qingshu was both surprised and delighted.
Huang Rong ignored him. She strode over, pulled her daughter aside, and rebuked her irritably, "Fu'er, what are you doing here?"
Guo Fu froze, thinking it was obvious. "I'm talking to Brother Song."
Huang Rong was so choked up she nearly stopped breathing. This daughter of mine really only has one track on her mind. She could only continue, "If you're talking, why are you tugging and pulling at each other? Have you no sense of propriety?"
Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. No wonder she looked unhappy. So this was why.
Guo Fu looked aggrieved. "I always tug on Father and Uncle Lu like this. I've never seen you get so angry."
Huang Rong flared up. "How can that be the same? They're your elders. Is he your father? You two are nearly the same age. Don't you know that men and women should not touch freely?"
Song Qingshu thought that having Guo Fu call him godfather would not be such a bad deal. Didn't a godfather count as a father? "Uh, actually, I'm still quite a bit older than Miss Guo."
He was already in his early thirties, while Guo Fu was only a sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth. Strictly speaking, the gap between his age and Huang Rong's was only a few years.
"I wasn't asking you. Shut up." Huang Rong shot him an annoyed glare.
Song Qingshu was left speechless. Guo Fu, meanwhile, looked at them in surprise. "Mother, how can you be so rude to Brother Song? Leaving aside that he is