"Greetings, Clan Leader."
As Shen Changchuan calmly cupped his fist and bowed to Shen Fuxing in the head seat, the latter's heart sank.
'Clan Leader?'
Without a doubt,
this was the worst-case scenario!
'This is trouble.'
Shen Fuxing felt a sense of dread.
However, his expression hardly changed, still wearing that jovial smile.
"So, you are Changchuan? There's no need to be so distant. It's true that I've neglected you all these years..."
Shen Fuxing wanted to play the emotional card, trying his best to salvage their relationship.
But Shen Changchuan couldn't be bothered with pleasantries.
He cut him off directly:
"Clan Leader, I am a bit busy. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
Shen Changchuan felt not an ounce of affection for this biological father standing before him.
He acknowledged Han Yue'er as his mother
because, in the period after he had transmigrated, she had cared for him with meticulous, unwavering attention.
