For a moment, all her words got stuck in her throat, feeling that she seemed to have said something wrong.
Song Yansheng's expression didn't change in the slightest, as he continued to calmly wipe his fingers with a handkerchief, lowered his eyes, and slowly said: "Aunt Hui, you've overstepped!"
Hearing this, Aunt Hui quickly lowered her head and said: "Sorry, Mr., I..."
"No need to apologize..."
Song Yansheng stopped her, saying: "Aunt Hui, you have taken care of my mother for many years, and now you've been looking after me at the Song Mansion for five years. I do trust you, but there are always exceptions to everything!"
Aunt Hui's palms felt a little sweaty.
The man said: "And she is my exception!"
Aunt Hui nodded: "…I understand, Mr.!"
"It won't happen again!"
"…Yes!"
...
When Shi Nuan came downstairs after tidying up, breakfast was already prepared, and Song Yansheng was already waiting in the dining room.
