The tyrant killed without leaving a trace; he never did anything as mundane as serving tea or water.

Shen Qingcheng was flattered.

His gaze fell on Shen Jiao again, but the Gu family protected her tightly, and he could only see a corner of her clothes or a few strands of her hair.

Looking at Shen Qingye, who seemed determined to conduct himself strictly in business, Shen Qingcheng felt a headache coming on. He took a deep breath and picked up the cup of tea.

This time, he chose favoritism over principle.

...

Hearing Shen Qingye spouting platitudes about being moved to tears and how to stop a scumbag from flirting with girls, Shen Jiao was truly baffled by the Anbo Marquis's educational methods.

They were born from the same mother and raised under the same education, so why is one Shen Qingcheng and the other Shen Qingye?

Could it be that a genetic mutation caused bad luck in Shen Qingye's pregnancy, resulting in cerebellar atrophy and turning him into a mentally challenged person who can only speak through his rectum?

Shen Jiao's sixth sense told her that this matter was most likely directed at her.

She tugged at Madam Gu's sleeve, indicating that she could handle these problems herself.

Madam Gu, however, thought that Shen Jiao was afraid.

Yes, a young girl who has left her hometown and has no parents to rely on would naturally feel apprehensive in such a situation.

Madam Gu's furrowed brows softened slightly, and she put on her usual gentle smile.

"Jiaojiao, just say what you want to say. Don't be afraid, Aunt Gu is here." She raised her hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs from Shen Jiao's forehead.

Shen Jiao's mind stirred slightly, as if she had suddenly found a safe haven amidst turbulent waves.

Mr. Gu smiled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Uncle Gu is here too."