Song Zhiyu's words caused the room to fall silent.
"Old Fourth, what nonsense are you spouting?" Song Zhiyuan frowned, glaring at his younger brother.
Song Zhiyu shrunk his neck and mumbled, "Then what's the good news? Could it be that Father is taking another concubine? Heh, in that case, Father, you're certainly old but vigorous."
The latter part of his words seemed somewhat suggestive, causing several women to blush.
"That's right." The old master of the Song Family clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to bring you all a new young stepmother."
Bring a young stepmother.
The air suddenly turned quiet.
Everyone looked fearfully at Song Ci beside the old master of the Song Family.
"Mother, what does bringing a young stepmother mean?" Song Lingzhou was a daring fool, asking his mother.
Madam Lu covered his mouth with a hand, looking at the old master awkwardly while tugging at the corners of her mouth, feeling somewhat shameful and annoyed.
