Lu Hechen felt a sharp pain in his heart, his hands clenched into fists by his side, a feeling of distress restrained him from pulling Shen Weilan into his arms. He moved his lips but didn't speak.
Weilan still had to manage the Shen Family affairs, which he understood. After all, the Shen Family was her maternal home, and no matter what, Madam Shen was still her mother.
She wouldn't ignore the ties of blood.
Song Di also felt somewhat complicated, nodding to Weilan, "Don't worry, whatever you say, we'll cooperate accordingly."
Weilan nodded and said, "Thank you."
Lu Hechen's eyes fell on Weilan's swollen face, a deeper sorrow in his gaze.
At this moment, Madam Shen, who had been slapped, rushed over again.
"How dare you hit me, I'm going to fight you—"
"Enough." Lu Hechen shouted angrily, blocking Madam Shen in front of him, speaking harshly, "Auntie, you shouldn't go too far."
