"Move aside!"
Shen Chi gave a cold glance and pushed past him, heading straight into the villa along the steps.
The servant dared not stop him any longer. Although he didn't see Shen Chi often, he had heard that Shen Chi had a bad temper.
The villa was Western-style, with a strong Western flavor throughout.
Expensive oil paintings adorned the walls, the interior railings were gilded with a layer of dazzling gold, and there was even a vintage gramophone on the table...
Shen Chi didn't have time to look at these things as he headed straight to the second-floor balcony, where he caught sight of his father's back.
Shen Cexian sat in a wheelchair, a cane beside him. In just a few years, his hair had turned mostly white, and his figure appeared old and forlorn.
But what surprised Shen Chi was that his mother—Zhou Ran—was also there.
Time seemed to have left no trace on Zhou Ran's appearance; she was still beautiful, with a slender figure and black hair.
