Leaving the Jeep 4S store and heading back to the best private hospital in Tiandong City, Shen Wanhao and his son Qian Ren sat side by side in a Rolls-Royce.
From time to time, Qian Ren would steal glances at Shen Wanhao, wanting to say something but hesitating, his face painted with struggle.
After a long time, it seemed he had made up his mind.
Outside, it was said that he was very afraid of his own father, and indeed, it wasn't without basis.
"Qian Ren, if you have something to say, just speak up. Is there anything you can't say in front of your father?" Just as Qian Ren had resolved to speak, Shen Wanhao's voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, Qian Ren, with the words at the tip of his tongue, had no choice but to swallow them back down.
"Yes, Father!" Qian Ren responded.
He was speechless; he didn't know why he was so afraid of Shen Wanhao--after all, his father had been pretty decent to him from a young age.
