"Yes, Mr. Si," the butler responded, "After all, he is just a child. With so many delicious food in front of him, he will be hungry for another day. How can he bear it?"

Si Moli lowered his head and straightened his sleeves slowly.

He changed into his normal home casual clothes.

He looks like this, standing next to Song Weiyi, and he is basically a replica of one big and one small.

"I'll eat some too." Si Moli said calmly, "Also, ask Sheng Juanzhi to come over."

"Mr. Si, would you like to ask Mr. Sheng to come to Siyuan?"

"Ah."

"You are looking for Mr. Sheng..."

Si Moli looked at the housekeeper: "You talk a bit too much today."

Why would the butler ask so many questions when he was given an order?

Just do as you are told.

The housekeeper lowered his head: "Mr. Si, I'm going to call Mr. Sheng now."

Si Moli nodded and walked to Song Weiyi's side.

"Is it delicious?" he asked casually.

Song Wei also ignored him.

Si Moli didn't mind either. He picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat some with him.

Who knew that Song Weiyi was quite protective of his food: "What are you doing?"

Si Moli asked, "What do you think I can do?"

"This is what I eat," Song Weiyi said, "If you want to eat it, don't you know how to ask the servant to make it again?"

Si Moli looked at a large table of dishes, enough for at least six or seven people.

"Can you finish eating?" Si Moli looked at him, "Don't waste it. Didn't your mother teach you this?"

"I don't want to eat with you. It will affect my appetite."

Si Moli raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I want to eat with you."

He stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up, but Song Weiyi quickly used a spoon to stop it.

The two people were noisy... as if they were playing around.

Si Moli actually had such a leisurely mood, playing with a little kid less than five years old.

The housekeeper stood in front of the telephone, looked sideways at the situation in the living room, and frowned.

What should he tell Mr. Sheng...

Let’s get through it first!

The housekeeper picked up the phone's receiver and dialed Sheng Junzhi's number.

"...Hello, the number you dialed is currently on a call, please call again later."

Hey, Mr. Sheng is on the phone.

I'll call you later.

Sheng Juanzhi was indeed on the phone, but it was someone else's call and he was answering it.

That person...is none other than Song Nianhe.

"What did you say?" Sheng Juanzhi asked, "Song Weiyis and Si Moli are together!? Did the father and son meet?"

Song Nianhe responded: "Yes, Mr. Sheng, I just told you what happened."

Sheng Juanzhi was stunned for a while and needed time to digest it.

And Song Nianhe couldn't wait any longer: "Mr. Sheng, it's not convenient for me to come forward now, and I can't pick up Xiaoyi. I've been thinking about it, and you are the only one who can help me. At first, I also thought about finding my mother. But Mom is getting old, and she can live a peaceful life in the Si family's old house. I don't want to disturb Mom until it's absolutely necessary."

She can go to Lin Zhen.

If Lin Zhen comes forward, she can also help send Weiyi to escape from Siyuan.

But think about it, Sheng Junzhi is more suitable.

Because Sheng Juanzhi is young and his brain works faster, he is more able to coordinate with Song Weiyi and have a tacit understanding.

Song Wei also met Lin Zhen and knew that she was grandma.

What if Song Weiyi accidentally shouted "grandma" when he saw Lin Zhen... that would be even worse.

It's still not to the point where Lin Zhen needs to step forward. Sheng Junzhi is enough.

Song Nianhe believed in his ability.

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