Madam Song choked, showing signs of anger, but it was clear she held it in because the person opposite her was Yan Zhiyi.
"Hello?" Song Jingsheng's gentle voice drifted toward Xia Shule. "Hello... Xia... Shule?"
Only when Xia Shule heard that he was being addressed did he look over. Song Jingsheng wore a timid, frightened expression as he called his name in a faintly trembling voice.
"?" Xia Shule could not understand what this display was supposed to be...?
Was he a dinosaur?
Xia Shule said nothing, so Song Jingsheng went on asking, "How old are you? How did you meet Zhiyi? I never expected him to rush into marriage, but you're really good-looking. If only I could be as healthy as you."
The Yan Family Old Master handed Xia Shule the gem he had picked up. Turning it over in his hand, Xia Shule said lazily, "You can be as healthy as me in your next life. Thanks for saying I'm good-looking, though you look pretty average."
Tears instantly filled Song Jingsheng's eyes. Looking innocent and flustered, he said, "I didn't mean any harm!"
"I never said you did."
"Then why are you so hostile toward me?" Song Jingsheng clutched his chest, gasping for air.
"What hostility?" Xia Shule said. "Which of those two statements wasn't a fact? Oh! Sorry, everyone has different tastes. I do owe you an apology for that."
Xia Shule sprawled lazily on the sofa. The marks on his neck stood out starkly against his fair, tender skin. Even if Song Jingsheng wanted to ignore them, he could not.
He clenched his fists, his heart aching.
Beside him, Song Jingkang could not bear to see his son bullied. He snorted and demanded, "What kind of manners are these?! How can you say such nasty things?