Mrs. Sheng placed the fruit and milk on the table and smiled, "These just arrived by air today, very fresh, want to try?"
Sheng Jianan walked over, picked up a strawberry, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed, his tone unperturbed, as if talking about something trivial: "Shen Yao, Shen Jiyan's cousin?"
"Yes, Yaoyao talks much less than before, probably because her parents' death hit her too hard."
"Her parents died?"
Mrs. Sheng sighed, "Yes, a long time ago. Her father died in a car accident, killed instantly. Her mother committed suicide. But, fortunately, your Uncle Shen is a good man. After Yaoyao's parents passed, he took Yaoyao in, treated her like his own daughter."
Sheng Jianan frowned, "How come I never heard about this?"
Although the Sheng Family and the Shen Family didn't interact much, they always had a good relationship. But he really didn't know about this.
