Did it really become like this at 436?
It seemed this phone call was very important to Song Yuwei's second uncle, as he put down his wine glass and stood up to walk outside.
"Must be something big," said Song Yuanqiao with a chuckle while glancing at Qin Han raising his glass.
Qin Han smiled faintly, noncommittal. The Song family was a bit sensitive, but he was not so unsympathetic as to cause a scene without good reason.
"Eat, don't mind him; it's been all about the job position these days," said Song Yuwei's second aunt.
Being among family, formalities were few. Several people were dining together, and the phone call lasted a long time, a full half-hour before Song Yuwei's second uncle returned.
When he returned, what had been a triumphant expression was now sullenly clouded. He sat down without a word, drained a glass of white wine in one gulp, and then slammed the glass down on the table with a cold snort.