Resisting was futile, and Song Zhiyu had no choice but to accept his fate as his mother and elder brother rubbed him the wrong way.
It's all that damn fatty Liu Ning's fault, with his cursed mouth, blurting out nonsense; screw him.
Coincidentally, this time, Song Zhiyu's gang of cronies came to invite him to the Liu Xiang Pavilion for a distraction and some drinks.
Song Zhiyu had been sulking for a few days and was feeling stifled, so he left the mansion immediately.
Song Ci and Song Zhiyuan didn't say anything when they found out. The kid was suffocating, after all, so going out would do him good.
Hmm, they would never admit they felt guilty.
Liu Xiang Pavilion is one of the recreational places for the nobility's offspring in the capital, the name itself indicating it's a money pit.
But Liu Xiang Pavilion is different from the usual brothels; they took the high-end route, with entertainers and dancers who perform but don't sell their bodies.
