God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 216: Chapter 217: They’re Just Nobodies

Song Wuliang chuckled slyly and said, "He and I are not of the same kind. I have no idea what he’s thinking, but come mealtime, he’ll show up."

Fang Yi nodded and asked, "What about Old Master Song?"

Song Wuliang said, "My grandfather claimed he had a headache. Between his grandson and what’s right, he decided to avoid seeing both sides altogether and just stay in."

Fang Yi suddenly understood the meaning of Old Master Song.

That evening, Old Master Song had said a lot to Fang Yi. Song Haoyue was considered part of the Song family, yet also not. When Old Master Song had uttered those words, he couldn’t hide his pride in his grandson Song Haoyue, but there was also a sense of loss and helplessness.

After all, Song Haoyue was Old Master Song’s grandson. Old Master Song decided it was ’out of sight, out of mind’, better not to look and not to be troubled – he just stayed in his room and didn’t come out, so as not to make things difficult for himself.

"Don’t be fooled by my old man’s irreverent behavior all the time, he’s actually quite childlike – sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Sigh, thinking about the old guy nearing his grave makes my heart inexplicably ache."

The more he spoke, the less serious Song Wuliang got. This was just the kind of guy he was. Fang Yi couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and pity. That Old Master Song hadn’t been vexed to death by a grandson like him was quite an accomplishment.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and on a round table as large as two put together, delicate dishes were being served one after another. Song Wuliang’s mouth watered at the sight, and he was about to sneak a few bites when Song Chenghai came out at just the right moment, giving him a glare that straightened him right up.

Song Chenghai approached with a stern face that carried no smile, "Miss Fang, please take a seat at the table."

Fang Yuying said nothing and stood up, pulling Fang Yi’s hand and leading him towards the table. Song Chenghai stood there, his expression freezing for a moment, a complexity shadowing his features.

Previously, Song Chenghai hadn’t taken Fang Yi seriously, focusing only on Fang Yuying, after all, she was the precious daughter of the Fang Family – he had to show respect.

But Fang Yuying seemed to see right through Song Chenghai’s thoughts, taking Fang Yi with her to the dining table. What did that signify? It was as if Fang Yuying had slapped Song Chenghai’s face, but without laying a finger on him.

truly are unpredictable..."

His sister seemed to be slapping Song Chenghai’s face, but in reality, she simply didn’t want her brother

simple, a subtle gesture, yet it spoke louder than

a bit of bitterness in his heart. He glanced at Fang Yuying, her exquisitely perfect profile in that

the dining table, but Song Chenghai

Yuying didn’t care for such formalities; she picked up her chopsticks and began to

behavior, but no one said anything. Song Chenghai, noticing it

Yi, try this." Fang Yuying was unreserved, picking up her chopsticks to serve Fang

refuse, and knew why

envious. Anyone could tell he was a food lover by looking at his build,

Wuliang said as he picked up

behind, and

look at Fang Yi and Fang Yuying, licking his tongue in what seemed like a deliberate attempt

few people approached their table, led by a handsome and tall young man. Next to him was a middle-aged man, whose facial features bore

followed a woman and a middle-aged man, namely Yan Yingnan and Liang Yong. Thus, the one in front had to be Song Haoyue, and the middle-aged man was none other than Song Haoyue’s father,

immediately tensed up. Even Song Wuliang sat up straight as if facing a formidable enemy, careful to observe every movement. When Song Wuliang saw Fang Yi and Fang Yuying,

Haoyue and the others. Song Wuliang couldn’t help but secretly give

Song Chenghai, his face cold. He glanced over at Fang Yi and company with a silent sneer, his

his father, Song Zhenghan,

his seat, Fang Yi suddenly put down his chopsticks and said indifferently, "Who do you think you are? You have no right to sit

suddenly went still, and the summer night

to suddenly speak up. Song Wuliang hadn’t expected it, Song Chenghai hadn’t expected it, Song Zhenghan hadn’t expected it, Yan Yingnan hadn’t expected it, and looking at