"Song family? Zhang family? Could it be that the 'little aunt' they keep talking about is actually Song Xuan?" Ye Fei's interest was piqued. He tugged gently on Song Ci's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Who the hell is this dumbass?"
Perhaps Ye Fei's casual way of referring to Song Renhui struck a chord with Song Ci. This time, instead of rolling her eyes, she replied warmly, "He's the eldest son of my eldest uncle's family—the rightful heir and number one successor of the Song clan. No wonder he's so cocky, not just with outsiders but even with our own family." With that, the little girl snorted, clearly showing her disdain for Song Renhui.
"I thought your Song family held as much sway in Beijing as the Zhangs do. Why does your big brother seem so eager to please them?" Ye Fei pressed, hoping to learn more about Song Xuan's situation.