Lu Jihan's expression froze on his face.
Two seconds later, he coldly said, "Uncle Rong, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Oh, Young Master, please don't take it the wrong way. I just feel like you're different with Miss Song compared to other women. Take Miss Song Anqi, for instance. She's Miss Song Yinyin's sister, and she's quite pretty with a good background. Plus, she's your business partner, but I've never seen you pay much attention to her...
But Miss Song Yinyin, you actually brought her home. And just now, you personally carried her into your bedroom, which you have never let any woman enter before."
Uncle Rong stopped there, without directly stating it.
Lu Jihan said nothing, holding his handsome face taut as he went downstairs.
Uncle Rong watched Lu Jihan's back, raising his eyebrows with delight, "Looks like the Young Master's latter half of life is finally settled!"
