"Where has Shen Han gone? Tell him to return to the mansion at once."
Madam Shen looked at Madam Yun and said in an unquestionable tone.
"Old Dowager, I really don't know where that child has gone.
Moreover... Han actually has quite a talent in the Martial Path. In just a short time, he's already stepped into the Ninth Grade.
Let him experience the world a bit more, and perhaps our Shen Family will produce another prodigy..."
Before Madam Yun could finish speaking, Madam Shen cut her off with a scold.
"Only stepping into the Ninth Grade at nearly eighteen, what meaning does such experience hold? He is far inferior to Ao'Er.
If such a rebellious son can be called a prodigy, then wouldn't all families be filled with gifted talents?"
Madam Shen genuinely looked down on Shen Han; in her eyes, reaching the Ninth Grade was mere luck.
Hearing Madam Shen belittle Shen Han so much, Madam Yun felt even more stifled.
