"Hello, Uncle, I am Sheng Ting," Sheng Ting took the initiative to greet after a moment.
Shen Juanzhi merely glanced at him indifferently and then looked away without any rush to respond. Instead, he walked over at an unhurried pace and sat down on the couch opposite him.
"Father!" Shen Weiyi reminded him.
Only then did Shen Juanzhi snorted softly and said, "Sit!"
Shen Weiyi couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache, yet found it somewhat amusing.
"Thank you, uncle!" Sheng Ting didn't show any dissatisfaction at Shen Juanzhi's deliberate stalling and coldness, instead sitting down on the couch with a smile.
After sizing Sheng Ting up, Shen Juanzhi hummed to himself in his heart; the young man certainly had the patience: "Tell me, what do you see in that girl?"
