A few days without seeing each other, Shen Heying seemed like a changed person.
He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked unkempt and listless, as if he hadn't slept for days.
The biggest change was his demeanor. Where he once had the full bearing of a vice president, now he seemed like a startled bird.
Yun Qiuce personally served him a cup of tea, which he carefully and gratefully accepted with both hands, repeatedly saying "thank you."
Yun Qiuce originally didn't care much for him, but now he just felt surprised.
He thought, is this guy possessed? Suddenly he's so polite!
"Uncle Yun," Shen Heying began with difficulty, looking sincerely at the Old Master. "I know my sudden visit is abrupt, but this matter truly cannot be hidden, and I do not wish to hide it from you. I'm begging you, please save my father."
After speaking, he gritted his teeth and made as if to kneel.
The Old Master quickly reached out to stop him.
