Shen Qiong smiled. He had just returned from attending the fucking funeral and met the eyes of the boy sitting on the sofa.
He raised his hand to wipe away the raindrops dripping from his hair to his cheeks, blocked the towel handed to him by his servant, and approached the old and young children sitting on the sofa. His wet footprints left a series of imprints on the clean floor.
"You didn't go to my mother's funeral because of him?"
"Yes."
The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa replied slowly, looking directly at Shen Qiong with a pair of sharp eyes. Although he knew that what he did this time was indeed a bit too much, the pride of having been in a high position for many years did not allow him to bow his head.
Shen Qiong looked up to the sky and laughed. He couldn't stop until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes:
"As expected of Mr. Shen, you have the courage to take responsibility. You must protect the things that woman left for you in the future. It is best not to let him wander around in front of my eyes, otherwise I will not make any mistakes on impulse."
After Shen Qiong finished speaking, she glanced coldly at the young man sitting next to the middle-aged man who had always lowered his eyebrows. She snorted with a hint of mockery and disdain, turned around and went upstairs, as if there was something dirty behind him that he was afraid to avoid.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you