The old master's deep gaze surveyed the surroundings, took a look around, and then fell on Song Sishen. With just that one look, before he even spoke, Song Sishen felt an ominous premonition crawling over him.
"Is it just the three of you at home?"
Song Sishen nodded.
Ya Ying turned around sharply to look at Song Sishen, the person who had been holding Jiang Muwan's hand now glared at Song Sishen: "Are you too poor to afford a maid?"
"Sister is so busy every day, after coming home from work she still has to do everything for herself?"
Song Sishen:....Why do I feel so wronged?
This isn't the pot I should be carrying!
Shouldn't this be Gu Jiangnian's pot to carry?
Why am I the one getting scolded?
"I-------------," he tried to speak up in his defense.
"What about you? Am I wrong?" Ya Ying snapped back angrily.
Song Sishen shook his head: "You're not wrong."
"Song Sishen you, as a grown man, what are you thinking about all day?" came Ya Ying's rebuke.
