After handling everything, Shen Han took a tablecloth and packed all the leftover food.
Before leaving, he glanced back with a heavy heart.
Shen Han always remembered Madam Yun's expectations for him.
She hoped he would be kind, hoped he wouldn't be blinded by hatred.
But today, he had no choice but to take this harsh action...
...
The theater.
Madam He and her son Shen Ao were happily listening to the opera.
A constant smile hung at the corners of their mouths, waiting for the messenger to come.
Thinking back on previous actions, Madam He felt a bit foolish.
A marginal descendant of the Shen Family, a grandchild despised by the Old Dowager, and yet she had to put so much effort into dealing with him...
Even in the end, she needed her son Shen Ye to come up with ideas...
Thinking of this, Madam He couldn't help but sigh.
She felt like a very unfit mother, troubling her son.
Time ticked away, and the opera in the theater had finished.
