"Uncle, I..." Song Di hesitated, "Where did this photo come from?"
"You don't need to worry about where it came from," Lu Yuanhe grew even angrier the more he thought about it.
Seeing him like this, Song Di knew he was angry.
Song Di quickly said, "Uncle, please don't be angry."
"Don't be angry?" Lu Yuanhe rebuked, "You're telling me not to be angry?"
Startled, Song Di placed the photo on the coffee table and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself again.
"Song Di, tell me, how could I not be angry? If you were in my shoes, could you stay calm?" he looked at Song Di and roared.
Song Di was taken aback and was about to say something when at that moment, the housemaid, carrying a tray with three bowls and plates, came out and said, "Master, the late-night snack you had me cook for Mr. Song is ready."
With the appearance of the housemaid, both men fell silent.
