The small interactions between the two didn't draw much attention from others, but they didn't escape Shen Yao's eyes.
Those gentle and calm eyes now showed a trace of coldness, but it quickly disappeared in endless gentleness, as if nothing had happened or been seen.
Mrs. Sheng and Mr. Sheng had gone out to attend a friend's birthday party and weren't home, so at noon, only the four young people accompanied Mr. Sheng.
Shen Yao helped the servant set the table and preemptively served Mr. Sheng a bowl of soup: "Grandpa, your soup."
Mr. Sheng received it with a smile: "Thank you, Yaoyao, sit down quickly."
The elderly man was growing weaker and coughed several times during the meal. Although Mr. Sheng still looked mentally vigorous, he was inevitably being tormented by illness.
Having taken just a few bites of lunch, the old man left the table with the help of a servant: "I'm getting old and useless. Jiyan, I won't keep you company, feel free to do as you please."
