When Xingchen came to the Shen family, she was already six years old; she had memories.
She knew she wasn't born to him and Zhao Shuting, knew that Shen Li wasn't her real uncle, knew that they had no blood relation.
Her life was entirely filled with Shen Li. At that age, when a young girl is just starting to feel emotions, she couldn't handle them correctly.
Shen Mingchuan furrowed his brows, and Shen Li solemnly said, "I'll handle the other matters, and I won't affect the company." He paused and continued, "As for the opinions and ideas of the majority, those aren't things I can control."
"I can't be swayed by their views either."
After calming down for a few days, Shen Li had made his plans.
He wouldn't give up on Shen Xingchen and never thought about abandoning her.
Having said that, Shen Li stood up from the sofa, then turned and went upstairs.
In the living room, Shen Mingchuan looked back at his son's silhouette. He knew that this time, he couldn't reason with him.
