Song Yunxing gently fidgeted with his fingers, glancing at the study door every so often.
A group of servants stood on standby in the living room, their eyes fixed on the study door.
"What exactly are we doing here?"
"The young master said he was worried they might fight, so he wanted us ready to break it up."
Before one of the servants had even finished speaking, the study door slowly opened with a click.
Everyone flinched, their bodies tensing, ready to rush forward at any moment.
Song Xiuwen pushed the door open and walked out. He looked a little pale, but he wasn't angry.
Shen Yanci followed behind him, with no visible injuries on his face and his clothes still neat. It seemed he hadn't been beaten up.
Song Yunxing looked up and studied them both, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing? Why are you all gathered here? Get back to your posts!" Song Xiuwen sounded irritated, one hand braced against his lower back.
Accustomed to this, the servants dispersed and returned to their duties.
Song Xiuwen plopped down on the sofa and rubbed his brow as he looked at Shen Yanci, who stood in front of his table.
"What are you standing around for? There are so many seats. Don't you know how to sit?"
Song Yunxing's eyes lit up, and he waved Shen Yanci over to sit beside him.
The corners of Shen Yanci's lips lifted slightly. He strode over on his long legs, about to sit beside the young man.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Song Xiuwen frowned and coughed loudly several times.
Shen Yanci paused, then turned and sat on the sofa to Song Xiuwen's left.
Song Xiuwen looked Shen Yanci up and down, trying to assess him calmly.
*His face is decent,