There were implications in the great-grandmother's words, and even though Shen Chaoxi understood some, she chose to play dumb.
She looked towards Shang Jianghan.
The man's features were deep-set, his ink-black eyes softened with tenderness as he nodded toward her.
Shen Chaoxi expressed her gratitude and casually put it away.
The butler, Sun Bo, came to inquire about the mealtime, stating that the dining room was ready.
"Let's have it now," Shang Jianghan stood up and went to push the black wheelchair in the corner of the inner room.
These days, the senior Shang had trouble walking and needed the assistance of a wheelchair.
Shen Chaoxi stood up with him and stepped aside to watch Shang Jianghan skillfully bend down to lift the old man.