Shen Ming was bold. Others didn't dare to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Grandpa, did something happen?"
"Yes!" The old man said nonchalantly, "Last night, the Provincial Rescue Center captured many people from the Southern Border, and many among them were involved in the murder of Meng Fan."
The dining room suddenly plunged into silence, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe. They all knew that Meng Fan's death was because of Shen Yu!
Shen Yu, groomed as the heir of the Shen Family, had now become the family's disgrace.
No one spoke, no one ate, but Old Leader Shen continued to eat his porridge naturally. After putting down the empty bowl, he looked at his eldest son, whose face was ashen.
"How long do you plan to delay?" His aged voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
The others were even more frightened, not daring to move a muscle, not even to exchange glances.
