"At this point, you're still being stubborn with me."
"Grandpa, I really don't know."
"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin." Old Leader Shen looked at him coldly, "Rather than saying Shen Yu dragged our Shen Family into the abyss, it's more accurate to say it was you. You better never let others find out, or even a thousand cuts won't relieve the hatred in my heart."
Looking at his grandson before him, Old Leader Shen really felt like strangling him right then and there.
He had spent his life navigating society, experienced all kinds of storms, and in the end, he was outmaneuvered by a grandson he had never paid attention to. And he was plotted against to such a disgraceful extent.
Yet now he could do nothing, couldn't strangle him with his own hands, couldn't quench the hatred in his heart. Because his eldest grandson was gone, now the Shen Family could only rely on him.
But how could he possibly be content.
