Song Jingchen had always been self-disciplined. Even though he was on leave today, he didn't sleep too much. He woke up early in the morning and practiced in the courtyard for an hour. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, he went into the study.
When Bi Zhu arrived, breakfast had just been served.
Hearing Madam Li's words, Song Jingchen frowned and instantly regained his composure. "Go back and report it to Mother. I understand."
After Bi Zhu left, Song Jingchen pursed his lips and instructed his stunned follower, "Let's leave for breakfast and prepare a carriage." He thought of something and paused for a moment before continuing, "Tell Uncle Yang that there's no need to send another carriage to pick up Brother Fan. I'll pick him up from Lu Ming Academy later."
