When Shen Xinglan's footsteps faded away, Sun Shehu emerged from the inner room.
The Shen Family affairs just now were not something an outsider like him had any right to be involved in.
Of course, he didn't want to get involved either.
Knowing too much could become a stumbling block on the road ahead.
Now that Shen Anyuan and Shen Xinglan had both left, his appearance was a matter of business, military business.
Sun Shehu looked at Shen Wuxiang and sighed, "The Young Master is still too kind-hearted."
Though inside the room, he could hear some of the conversation outside.
He understood the thoughts of his Lord:
He hoped to push his own grandson onto the throne.
Yes, blood was indeed thicker than water.
It's precisely because of this reason that he was so displeased with Shen Xinglan.
Disappointed for not living up to expectations.
