After Shen Jiazhou finished breaking off one baby bok choy, he reached for another. At this moment, Wen Shuqiao reminded him, "That's enough."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jiazhou put the baby bok choy back and then slowly said, "I am Shen Jiazhou, and I am Can Can's uncle."
Wen Shuqiao turned her head to look at his face and said sincerely, "You and Cancan look quite alike."
I never expected that uncle and nephew would look so alike.
Shen Jiazhou's lips curled up slightly. Having said the first thing, it seemed that the next words would be easier to say.
He said, "His father was my elder brother, Shen Jiachen. He passed away in an accident two years ago."
Wen Shuqiao paused in washing the vegetables. Although she had already guessed this outcome, she still couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.
I feel so sorry for Can Can.
But she quickly came to her senses and continued washing the bok choy: "His mother is gone too."
The two fell silent again.
Shen Jiazhou turned to the side and looked from the kitchen into the living room. Can Can was having a great time playing with Xiao Miao and Lin Yan, while his pets were lying on either side of him, looking very content.
It was as if the farce had never happened.
Wen Shuqiao put the washed vegetables aside and turned around to look at Cancan and the others, following Shen Jiazhou's gaze.
She asked softly, "Are you taking him back to the Shen family?"
Shen Jiazhou turned his gaze back to her, but a few unfathomable emotions flashed in his eyes.
He said, "Miss Wen, you don't seem surprised at all by my appearance."
Wen Shuqiao leaned against the stove, tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze without showing any weakness.
"Mr. Shen, didn't you already appear?"
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