"Grandfather!"
Shen Jiayi was stunned, her voice suddenly rising to a shrill pitch.
Shen Yuansong's steps faltered slightly, as though he had just noticed her, and then he furrowed his brow, "What is it?"
Shen Jiayi pointed towards the principal table and said, "Grandfather, this is the head table."
The head table?
Shen Yuansong had not paid attention to these details, but after catching sight of Shen Bijun, he became somewhat excited and had walked over to her. Moreover, wasn't Shen Bijun to be the Chus' future mistress? How could she not be sitting at the head table?
Shen Yuansong's frown deepened.
He had thought that by the Shens extending additional care towards the Chus, everything would be settled.
But now, he realized he had been too naive!
He pursed his lips, looking displeasedly at Chu Yanshen.
As the Chus rose higher and higher, were they starting to look down on his granddaughter's background?!
