Hotel Room
Liang Han had just entered when the hotel manager and two security guards, wary about the situation, followed in to check. In case of a conflict, they could intervene in time. The door was left ajar, yet the onlookers could no longer see what was happening inside.
The two elders of the Shen Family were seated on the living room sofa, both appearing extremely kind-hearted. Mr. Shen, the elder, was in his sharp Zhongshan suit, looking spry and robust.
He wasn't the lean and fierce type; he was slightly plump, which made him seem even more benevolent.
"Grandfather?" Tang Wan took a deep breath.
"Liang Han, is it?" Mr. Shen smiled as he spoke, his eyes and brows curving, exceptionally affable.
"Humph—" Liang Han snorted as he twisted his fingers. Where on earth had Jiang Grandfather found such a formidable daughter-in-law? For a moment, as their eyes met, he felt that this woman really wanted to break him.
