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"Mother has come?"
Shen Yuan rose to his feet as usual to pay his respects, respectfully bringing over her previously favorite rattan chair: "Please sit here, Mother."
He also brewed a cup of Clear Chrysanthemum Tea, Madam Zheng's favorite, just like old times.
Madam Zheng watched all this in silence, her gaze complex. The movements of moving the chair and brewing tea were exactly the same as before.
But could the person remain exactly the same as before?
He didn't believe it. Shen Yu, spoiled by her own favor, had also become as cold and ruthless as his father once he gained power, hadn't he? Born of the same man, how different could they be?
Madam Zheng snorted coldly and went straight to the point after they both sat down, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Why would Mother say that?" Shen Yuan put down the teapot, looking at her as he spoke.
