Song Ci asked three questions in a row, leaving Madam Lu utterly stunned and bewildered.
"I am not afraid to tell you the truth. After receiving the letter from the third son, my heart was displeased, and upon reading its contents, I was even more upset," Song Ci said coldly.
More than upset, she cursed a hundred expletives in her heart.
Upon hearing this, Madam Lu was so frightened that she rolled off the bed without a second thought and knelt before Song Ci with a thud.
"Mother, it is us as juniors who are unfilial and have troubled you."
Madam Lu felt deeply frustrated and desolate. It was clearly the fault of her wretched husband, who was there holding a delicate new bride, waiting for their child to be born, while she was here cleaning up his mess and appeasing her mother-in-law.
Ha, who exactly was supposed to be appeasing whom!
Song Zhiqing, how ruthless his heart is.
