Song Lingsu watched Grandmaster Fu's exasperated demeanor, then looked at his own mischievous father with some helplessness. He took out the tea canister again and directly pushed it in front of Grandmaster Fu.
Song Zhiyuan glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
Song Lingsu said helplessly, "Father, please don't tease the Grand Tutor. He is of an advanced age and cannot withstand your joking." Saying this, he rose and offered a gentleman's salute to Grandmaster Fu, his face full of apology, "The joke between my father and the Grand Tutor, please don't take it to heart. I, as a student, apologize to you on his behalf."
Grandmaster Fu's white eyebrows twitched as he glanced sideways at Song Zhiyuan, saying, "You rascally rogue of a fox, you have managed to sire a proper and virtuous son."
"Well spoken."
Grandmaster Fu choked on a breath, thinking him shameless.
He looked at Song Lingsu, saying, "Your father is a scoundrel; you must not follow in his footsteps."
