Thoughtful, indeed.
"Uncle Shi, is there something you need?"
Jiang Chen asked tentatively.
"Isn't having a meal something?"
Shi Zhenhua said seriously, then smiled, "Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about."
"Uncle Shi, just say it directly."
Whether he was the insignificant college student back then or the now-celebrated figure on the Western Blacklist, Jiang Chen remained consistent, humble, and polite.
As a businessman, one might focus on conditions and benefits.
But from an elder's perspective, what they favor is this quality of staying true to oneself.
Even if the winds rise.
My heart is pure and subtle.
"Dad, I've already told you, don't get involved."
Shi Zhenhua was about to speak when Shi Qianxi interrupted him, like playing charades.
Jiang Chen glanced at her, piqued by curiosity about what could cause a father-daughter disagreement.
