Jian Luo's face showed a hint of astonishment, "Grandpa, I've never heard you mention someone named Shen Yan."
"It's a long story, all old events from years ago," the elder Mr. Jian said with a profound gaze, carrying a tinge of regret.
"I do not know if the Shen Yan you speak of is the same person I know; if it were, that would be wonderful."
The elder Mr. Jian did not conceal his nostalgia for Shen Yan in his words, leaving Jian Luo even more confused, "Grandpa, is this Shen Yan the child of your friend, or does Shen Yan have some relationship with our Jian Family?"
About the same age as his father, could he be the child of some old friend of his Grandpa?
"He," the elder Mr. Jian stroked his beard and sighed softly, "has no shallow relation with our Jian Family, and with you as well."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions grew even more peculiar.
"Grandpa, is he a relative of our family?" Surprised for a moment, Jian Qing quickly caught on and boldly speculated.
