Song Lingsu felt that his grandmother's gaze was overly eager, and, how should he put it, a bit perverted?
After settling the old lady back in Chunhui Hall, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Grandmother, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."
Please stop using those little eyes to have a spiritual conversation with me.
Song Ci laughed and said, "You never mentioned that the Sixth Miss of the Duke Dingguo Mansion is your little junior sister."
Song Lingsu was slightly stunned, and once he realized who she was talking about, he said, "Master never accepted female disciples, so she can't really be called a junior sister. It's just a formal term of address."
So there's really nothing to say about it.
Seeing that he had no romantic or bashful thoughts at all, Song Ci couldn't help but sigh at such a blockhead, and asked again, "There are so many young ladies there, did you notice any of them?"
