The living room of the Song family’s old house.
There were three cups of steaming tea on the long coffee table, and the brocade box was casually placed on it.
Song Wenjian, Song's father, sat in the middle, looking at the person sitting opposite him with a serious expression.
"Tell me, how long will you stay this time?"
"not going to......"
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