Fang Zongtang was shocked when he entered the door. This was not a mansion at all, it was simply a small museum!

Starting from the entrance hall and extending to the innermost part, everything placed on the ground, on the table, and hanging on the wall is an antique.

She also saw things from the old house here.

Song Yi pointed to the things in the middle of the living room and said, "Those were moved from the old house."

Fang Zongtang automatically translated it into her own.

"Put it back after the old house is repaired."

As Song Yi led her into the house, he said, "I won't forget it."

Fang Zongtao walked to the table and wiped it with his hand. The dust was so thick that it must have been at least four or five months since it was cleaned.

Song Yi saw it, took out a handkerchief, grabbed her fingers, and wiped the dust off them.

"I am sometimes very busy, and I am not at ease asking Ji Zong to come."

Fang Zongtang snorted and laughed: "It would be better to let the dust continue to gather here than to call him here."

Song Yi turned the topic to his son: "I heard from the bodyguard that he followed Hongli and rented a house in Yau Ma Tei."

Her eyes fell on the porcelain, and she said without blinking, "Hongli still has some savings to rent a house in Yau Ma Tei."

In order to reassure her, Song Yi briefly told her about Hongli.

"Her family bought a house in Happy Valley thanks to her, and she has made a lot of money in the past few years since she was with Ji Zong."

Fang Zongtang pushed the door open and entered the room unhappily.

"As a father, you know everything, but you don't even remind me."

Song Yi followed behind and explained: "I reminded him that he really treated Hongli as a relative. Later, I stopped giving him good things and cut his monthly pocket money in half."

After she went in, she wiped the antique display cabinet again.

"If you sweep up all the dust in the room, you can definitely make a big vase."

Just as Song Yi was about to use a handkerchief to wipe her fingers, the handkerchief was taken away from his hand and used to wipe the vase.

"This cloth is quite soft and has no thorns. It is perfect for wiping porcelain." She couldn't bear to see such good things covered in dust.

Seeing her start cleaning, Song Yi turned around and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, he was carrying a bucket of water, his hands were completely wet, and he was holding a clean rag.

"Atang, help me untie my sleeves, my hands are wet." Song Yi frowned and looked at his wrists.

The wrists of the white shirt were also a little wet.

She stretched out her ten fingers in annoyance and said, "My fingers are covered in dust, they are not as clean as your hands."

Song Yi stretched out his hands in front of her: "My shirt is made of silk, it can't get wet. Your hands are all dusty and there is no water."

She glanced at Song Yi's clothes and found that they were indeed made of silk.

"You're a grown man, why do you dress so pretentiously?" She wiped her fingers on the handkerchief. Her fingers were nimble and she unbuttoned the buttons in a few strokes.

Song Yi: "Roll it up a little bit, there is a cuff inside, you can tie it on."

She thought to herself, if it weren't for all the things you've done, I would have beaten you up long ago.

"Didn't you never wear white shirts when you were in school? Why do you wear white shirts every day now?"

Song Yi looked down at the person who was impatiently looking for the cuff, and his Adam's apple moved.

"Because I heard someone say that wearing a shirt is very elegant."

Fang Zongtang laughed angrily: "What's the point of having good temperament if you are uncomfortable wearing clothes? Is the purpose of wearing clothes just to show off to others?"

Song Yi's eyes moved and he asked back: "Isn't it?"