"It's locked."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve snorted softly, like laughter and crying, and plunged into the thick airtight city wall.

Song Shangze couldn't see her eager and fragile eyes.

But he never waited for Song Chinese New Year's Eve to turn his head and ask if he could get the key.

Although I really can't get it.

And Song Chinese New Year's Eve did not have as much spare thoughts, and the place where her palm was against seemed to be numb.

Until a servant came over and called Song Shangze and said that Mr. was looking for him.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve did not look back in front of the door, only felt Song Shangze touch her hair, and then asked her to go shopping first.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve didn't nod either, her forehead pressed against the cold door panel.

Song Shangze was a little relieved to see her like this, but he could only say two more words of advice.

As he walked, he turned back after a few steps, following the servant, guessing his father's reason for looking for him.

"Sir?" A maid stood in front of Song Enming with tea and some apprehension, she was suddenly called in by Song Enming, and then the husband told her something, a very unreasonable thing, she even thought she had heard it wrong.

Song Eun-myung didn't look up at her, but looked at the painting in his hand - Mr. always looked at it today.

"Don't ask, go ahead."

“... Be. The servant turned around and heard a knock at the door.

Song Enming responded: "Come in." ”

Then Song Shangze opened the door, and the servant greeted him respectfully, and then went out.

Song Shangze just nodded to the servant, and then looked straight at Song Enming, "Father looking for me?" ”

The servant closed the door, completely separating the inside and the outside of the door.

……

Song Shangze really didn't know what Song Enming called him over for, what he said seemed to be meaningless, and several times he couldn't help but want to say that he was going to accompany Song Chinese New Year's Eve, but Song Enming stuck his words.

Until this time he couldn't help it again, just as the door was knocked.

It was the same maid again, and she lowered her head a little hastily, and said that one of the guests' clothes was wet.

Song Shangze's first reaction was Song Chinese New Year's Eve, because there were no guests in the Song family today.

"Chinese New Year's Eve? How can it get wet? ”

Song Shangze twisted his eyebrows, you can't wear wet in this weather.

"I'm sorry young master, I was careless..."

Although Song Shangze was a little angry, he didn't really care about her, but he rarely had a fluctuating expression on his face like Song Enming, but he was even more distant, which made people fearful.

Seeing that she was getting more and more afraid, Song Shangze couldn't, only waved his hand, and then planned to tell his father that he was going to take Chinese New Year's Eve to change clothes.

But it was Song Enming who spoke first.

"There are spare clothes on the third floor, you take Miss Chinese New Year's Eve to change." Song Enming stood up and turned his gaze to his son, "Shang Ze go and see your mother's side, go over when you're ready." ”

"Isn't there Qiao Yan over there..."

Song Enming hit the nail on the head: "What, I'm afraid I'll do something to her?" ”

Song Shangze was speechless for a while, and could only shake his head for a while, "Of course not." ”

He naturally didn't think that his father would do anything on Chinese New Year's Eve, but as soon as he saw him on Chinese New Year's Eve, he might lose control.

"Dad," he paused, "How did Auntie go?" ”

Because every time he saw Song Enming's silent crash in front of the name "Song Ningzhao", he never asked this kind of question.

Song Enming glanced at him, full of emotions that others couldn't understand.

"She's sick."

Song Shangze was stunned for a moment, originally thinking that he would not get an answer.