After pondering for a long time, he finally spoke in a deep voice, "As a son, I do not know what kind of person Ah Die is in grandfather's eyes, Chongxuan does not know."
"As a father, Ah Die is also beyond evaluation in the eyes of me and Chongxu."
"As a husband..."
Shen Chongxuan's expression was somewhat melancholic. He gently stroked a delicate embroidered brocade pouch next to the desk and said lightly, "Mother waited for him bitterly for ten years, unable to see him one last time when she passed away."
"What kind of person he is in Mother's heart, Chongxuan does not know either..."
He slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Chongming with a determined gaze, "What kind of person do you think he is, big brother?"
"What kind of face does he deserve?"
Shen Chongming was stunned, trying to recall the appearance and demeanor of Second Uncle Shen Wenyan from his memory.
However, Shen Wenyan was also very vague in his memory, and indeed he could not give an evaluation.
