Song Wei's smile suddenly froze on his face.
Song Zhuo also looked at Song Gengzhao with a face as cold as ice.
After having a drink, Song Gengzhao said,
"Since you've already suffered in silence for so many years, and you're used to bowing your head, then just continue to keep it lowered. In my Song Family, having one person with full talents is enough, more is useless."
Song Gengzhao slowly set down his wine glass, his gaze firmly fixed on Song Wei and his son. Where was there even a trace of twilight in his eyes?
The atmosphere in the grand hall suddenly became oppressive.
Suddenly, Song Wei felt a murderous aura in his elder brother's eyes, one he didn't know when had filled them.
He had bowed before Song Gengzhao for so many years, and suddenly felt fear, even though it seemed Song Gengzhao should have no cards to play.
Song Gengzhao shook his head and said,