Listening to the teachings, Song He didn't miss a single word, quietly listening. This young master of the Song family, one of Tianjing's Seven Young Masters, was very quiet in front of his second brother at the moment.
The man seemed like a chatterbox opened up, continuing to speak incessantly: "Tianjing, under the emperor's feet, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and a mix of fish and snakes. Look around, everyone is complex, whether it's the office clerk or the roadside street sweeper. Perhaps randomly pulling someone up might reveal them possessing hundreds of millions in wealth, unbelievable prowess..."
These words seemed to have gone off track, having nothing to do with the barbecue place at all, but Song He dared not interrupt.
