In the end, Quan Hanting agreed to meet.
Shen Xu asked him why.
Liu Ye: "Daughter-in-law has been wronged, so naturally she has to ask it back in person."
However, the meeting place was changed from the old house of the Shen family to a tea house.
Quan Hanting asked.
Shen Hou: "What is this particular about?"
"The one who was in the wrong just came."
…
The old house of the Shen family, the living room.
"Dad, what do you want us to do? The doctor told Arang to stay in bed more." Wei Mingxin helped her son to sit on the sofa.
Originally, she wanted to come by herself, but Shen Zongming specifically asked Shen Rang to join him on the phone. Wei Mingxin took her son into the car, but she was not satisfied—
Knowing that he was injured, but still has to toss, did the old man take Arang as his grandson
Shen Zongming glanced coldly: "What's the hurry? Wait."
Wei Mingxin shrank her neck and dared not say any more.
Soon, Shen Chunting also arrived.
"Dad, what are you?"
"Prepare, I will make an appointment with Liu Ye tomorrow."
"What?!" Shen Chunting was startled.
When Wei Mingxin heard the words "Quan Hanting", her scalp became numb and her hands and feet were stiff and cold.
The old man's expression was bitter and his tone was deep: "I said, I have an appointment with Quan Hanting. All three of your family will go. Do you understand it now? Do you need to repeat it?"
"No, don't..."
"Dad, is this what Liu Ye asked?" Shen Chunting tentatively asked.
Shen Zongming shook his head: "I made an appointment."
"Why are you? Ajang was beaten, and this matter has not been exposed? You are a little afraid of being like this..."
"What's the matter?" The old man sneered, "Nosy? Superfluous?"
Shen Chunting was silent, but he really thought so in his heart.
Originally, this matter was not glamorous. If you don't mention it, I won't mention it. Everyone just passed away carelessly.
But the old man's doing this is equivalent to putting everything on the table, which is likely to be counterproductive and anger Quan Jianting.
"Stupid!" Shen Zongming stomped on the crutches, looking like he hates iron for not making steel. "Who do you think Quan Hanting is? You can fool it easily? You are the nameless bones of Ningjiang for nothing?!"
Nameless bones...
As soon as these words came out, the trio was shocked.
Shen Rang, who hasn't spoken since entering the door, said: "...It shouldn't be that serious, right?"
"Do you think it will be over after a single beating?"
Shen made the nape of his neck cold.
"I have put down this old face and built the bridge for you. As for whether or not to cross the river, I can figure it out by myself!" After speaking, he got up and went upstairs without looking back.
…
The next day, a high-end teahouse in the city center.
The old man took Shen Chunting's family and waited in the private room half an hour in advance.
Shen Chunting frowned and looked at the door from time to time.
Wei Mingxin seemed to be dumb today, holding a cup of tea and drinking slowly, rarely speaking.
Shen Rang's face was a little abnormally pale because of the injury, and his eyelids were drooping, making it difficult to see the true emotions. But on the whole, he was fairly calm.
As for Shen Zongming, since entering the private room, he has entered Ding like an old monk, leaning on crutches in the middle of his body, without saying a word.
Ten o'clock in the morning, an appointment time.
Quan Hanting did not appear.
"Dad..." Shen Chunting couldn't help but want to get up.
He was pressed back by the old man's eyes: "Don't be restless. If you apologize, you must have the consciousness of apologizing. If people hang on you, it will give you face."
Shen Chunting had never been so suffocated, his face turned blue.
"Take care of your own expression." The old man reminded in a chilly tone.
Shen Chunting: "..."
In a blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.
Still not coming.
Shen Chunting was even more anxious, but because of the presence of the old man, he could not bear it.
It's half past ten.
Quan Hanting was late with Shen Hun.
Shen Zongming got up to greet him with a decent smile: "Come?" Take advantage of the trend to give up the main position, "Please."
"The old man is polite." Having said that, he didn't mean to refuse at all. Not only did he sit by himself, but he also took the seat next to Shen Wei.
In this way, the two came to the top, bringing an invisible oppression in terms of order.
Shen Chunting thought of four words—
The comer is not good!
A few people sat down, and Shen Zongming took the lead to speak: "Some time ago, my unconvincing grandson did something wrong, and I am extremely ashamed to trouble Liu Ye to teach him personally."
While speaking, he took a cold look at Shen Rang's direction, and then returned to a smile when he turned to Quan Hanting.
"Take this opportunity to speak up today, and explain all the misunderstandings. Only in the days to come will we be able to live in peace. What does Liu Ye think?"
Quan Hanting sits casually, almost casually, and nodded when he heard the words: "That's the truth. But..."
The stern gaze crossed the crowd, and fell straight to Shen Rang's face: "I'm afraid that someone will not accept it."
Shen Rang was stiff, his hands and feet were cold.
Obviously the indoor heating is adequate, but he feels like he is in the ice and snow.
Shen Zongming gave Shen Chunting a wink, and the latter tugged Shen Ren under the table, motioning him to express his position quickly.
But under such sharp gaze, Shen Rang moved his lips but couldn't speak.
Suddenly, he and Shen Zongming were horrified.
"I..." His eyes flickered, blood clotting all over his body.
"It seems that the words are pretty good." Quan Hanting retracted his gaze and turned to Shen Zongming with a smile.