Song Ci had just finished washing up and sat down on the Arhat bed when the little rascal stormed in with great commotion.
"Why are you in such a rush, is there a ghost chasing you?" Song Ci clicked her tongue reproachfully.
Song Zhiyu paused his steps, speechless: "Mother, you always say you hate hearing about ghosts and such, but now you mention it yourself."
Song Ci said shamelessly, "I don't like it when others say it, but I can say it myself."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
Alright, alright, you're the boss, I concede.
Nanny led two maids in with tea and stood beside Song Ci with a fan for cooling.
Song Zhiyu picked a wild fruit from the small table and said, "Mother, which family is that Old Madam Wei looking at potential matches with today?"
Song Ci was taken aback: "Why are you asking this?"
"Answer me first."
"The eldest son of the Marquis Weiyuan's household, what's his name, Nanny?" Song Ci momentarily forgot the young man's name.
Nanny said, "His name is Wei Cheng."
