Fu Huaichen looked at Shen Chu'an, whose mind seemed to be in a daze, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He reached out and embraced her shoulders.
He spoke softly, "I'm sorry, my wife has spoken her mind, and we both have matters to attend to, so we will take our leave now."
Then, without waiting for a response, he took Shen Chu'an away with him.
Once they were in the car, Shen Chu'an, still with a bewildered expression, spoke softly, "Do you think what she said is true? Have my parents really passed away?"
"We're not familiar with her, so I can't confirm her identity, but don't worry, I will have someone look into this matter. And even if she is indeed your relative, her words might not be trustworthy," Fu Huaichen hastily reassured her.
Shen Chu'an's face grew even more troubled as her thoughts drifted away.
