Song Chulang shook his head gloomily.
Grandma Song's eyes were red with anger. "This stinking fellow—I dote and pamper him so much usually, yet in the end, he didn't even invite me to attend his wedding. Was he incited to do that by that Yan Changqing?"
Song Junle frowned slightly. "Grandma, he probably didn't call you because he was afraid you would be like this?"
"What am I like?" Grandma Song choked on her tears. "Aren't I good to him?"
"Mum, you're good to him." Song Huaisheng quickly consoled the elderly. "It's this b*stard who's heartless. I raised him up for nothing."
Song Qiaoqiao saw that the situation had become so tense all of a sudden and asked with bewilderment, "Why didn't Brother Chuyi invite you guys for his wedding?"
Fourth Aunt glared at her. She should've kept her hand on her mouth.
Song Huaisheng scolded, "Because he's heartless."