Song Lingjie held Song Xiaomei's hand, silently watching his mother and Madam Fu exchange pleasantries while holding hands.
He had always known his mother could put on quite the show, but hadn't expected Madam Fu, from a scholarly family, to be just as adept. Watching these two exchanging pleasantries, anyone unaware might truly believe they had just run into each other!
Quite the performance!
Song Lingjie's hand was scratched lightly, prompting him to look down. He saw his younger sister making faces at him and couldn't help but follow her pouting lips to where the familiar Fu San stood. The winter sun shone upon her fair face, making it glow like porcelain.
Their eyes met and quickly shifted away.
"Look at me, I've been too busy catching up. Jie'er, Yuanyuan, quickly pay your respects to Madam Fu."
Song Lingjie released his sister's hand and bowed to Madam Fu: "Young man greets Madam."
