Song Zhiyuan looked at Yuan Hao, scrutinized him carefully for a moment, then turned to Bo Ning with a smile and said, "This grandson of yours does look rather unfamiliar to me, though I can see a few points of resemblance to you."
Bo Ning puffed out his chest, glanced at Yuan Hao, and said, "No wonder he looks unfamiliar to you. This is my eldest son's eldest boy, third in rank among the males of the household."
Song Zhiyuan feigned surprise: "Gui Ping's son? He's come back?"
Bo Ning nodded. "He entered the city yesterday. You could say I finally reeled this unfilial brat back in. Otherwise, I fear his old man would have kicked his legs out straight and gone to the grave without ever clapping eyes on this branch of the family."
Yuan Hao: "…"
I hear you can put away two bowls of rice every meal and drink a pot of wine a day, with more vigor than my father.
Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle as well. "Now that is just you talking in anger."
