Song Zhongsheng said innocently, "What else can I be doing? I'm sharpening a knife! Don't you and Hongmei like the roast mutton leg? I was going to give you some roast mutton chops to try!"
Song Zhongsheng said with a very natural expression, "Celestial Master Li, Hongmei's family hasn't used this knife in so long. There's nothing I can do about it! Celestial Master Li, what's wrong?"
As Song Zhongsheng spoke, Li Sangyu's eyes never left him. She saw that he was indeed sincere and calm, and didn't look flustered, and his explanation made sense.
Li Sangyu heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, but her right eyelid kept twitching. For some reason, she had a very bad feeling about the Zhao residence, especially when she saw Song Zhongsheng, the ghost.
Li Sangyu gritted her teeth and took a closer look at Song Zhongsheng in front of her. After confirming that there was no black aura on him and that he was completely unlike a malicious spirit, she heaved a sigh of relief.
