What childish adults!
Luckily, he's a genius! He saw right through it!
Shen Jiazhou then nodded in satisfaction: "Be a good boy and listen to your aunt, bye-bye."
As he looked away, his gaze fell on Wen Shuqiao again: "Let's go."
Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Goodbye."
Shen Jiazhou and Gu Xingyuan walked towards the elevator together. After hearing the door close behind them, Gu Xingyuan said sarcastically, "Let's go~ When did you, Shen Er, become so polite?"
Shen Jiazhou glanced at him indifferently: "If you can't speak, you can be quiet."
Gu Xingyuan scoffed: "But didn't you say you were in a meeting? Why are you at Shu Qiao's house again?"
"I've finished my business and am waiting for you. Are you satisfied?" Shen Jiazhou pressed the elevator button. "I need to go back to the Shen family."
Gu Xingyuan sighed, "I saw what Grandpa Chen did too. You should talk to him properly when you get back. Grandpa is getting old and can't take these repeated shocks."
Gu Xingyuan knew that Shen Jiazhou was going to leave the Shen family. He crossed his arms and stepped into the elevator with Shen Jiazhou: "Currently, Can Can hasn't shown up yet, so things aren't that complicated."
"It's complicated," Shen Jiazhou said. "You know the details of the Shen family's affairs, don't you?"
The two families were old friends, and the two men were childhood friends, so they knew each other's family affairs very well.
Gu Xingyuan also felt a bit of a headache: "This matter is really annoying."
Shen Jiazhou didn't reply, but the image of Wen Shuqiao using the touchscreen flashed through his mind. He should have asked someone to bring an extra mouse.
The elevator quickly arrived at the garage, where Gu Xingyuan's driver was already waiting.
As he walked away, he said, "I won't get involved in your family's affairs. I'm leaving now."
Shen Jiazhou hummed in agreement and returned to his car. He closed the car door, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the uneaten strawberry skewers.
He was about to pick it up when the bell suddenly rang inside the car.
Shen Jiazhou took it out and glanced at it; it was an international number.
He answered the phone, but before he could speak, a cold female voice, tinged with anger, came from the other end: "It's me. Shen Jiazhou, how come Wen Zhixia's son is in your Shen family?!"
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