Despise?
Song Zi thought to herself, it's impossible to despise, never in this lifetime. She wished that this Prime Minister brother would manage.
Joking aside, anyone known by Song Zhiyuan is useful, even a small fry, let alone a famous teacher; it is naturally excellent.
If things were bad, could she even say she despised him? Unless her brain was squeezed by a door. Many people were eager but never had the opportunity to be cared for by Song Zhiyuan.
"Big brother is busy with official duties, yet he finds time to worry about those two mischievous boys of mine. It's their blessing. At New Year, they must bow deeply to you, their oldest uncle." Song Zi smiled gratefully.
Song Zhiyuan waved his hand and said: "We are family, no need for formalities."
Song Zi felt quite moved.
"Zhihui's coming-of-age ceremony, when is it? Once she has it, does it mean she's going to marry?" Song Ci asked curiously.
