Shen Junhao's face was devoid of any warmth, and his voice was even colder, "What I mean is, you have been busy for the Lu Family for so long, it's time you took a good rest."
Shen Jianshan was paralyzed in place.
A troubling conjecture surfaced in his mind, this demeanor of his youngest son reminding him of an incident from many years ago.
At that time, Shen Junhao was about ten years old when his mother passed away.
It was since then that Shen Junhao was no longer the little genius everyone praised, but had become a fallen, hedonistic young master.
Which chilled his heart.
Shen Jianshan cursed him roundly, feeling that this son was no son of his, and he had looked at him with that same gaze.
Still a young boy, he had said, "Then go find a son you're satisfied with."
That stunned him speechless.
Shen Jianshan always thought he was throwing a tantrum, but only at this moment did he realize Shen Junhao had not let go of the past.
He might even harbor resentment towards him.