Chapter 145

The atmosphere inside the house was stifling. Old Master Shang looked at Shang Che, his expression gradually growing calm. "Do you really want to know?" He continued, "Even if your father might disappoint you." The dining table was laden with specialty dishes. A feast of "Chu River and Han Border" divided the table, drawing a clear line between Shang Che and his wife on one side and the rest of the Shang family on the other. Old Master Shang’s words sounded like a warning, but in reality, they were a silent application of pressure. If Shang Che never asked about the past, he would remain the second son of the Shang family. But if he asked, he would become the son of a sinner. Old Master Shang believed that because Shang Che had been arrogant since childhood, he wouldn't care much about a biological father he had never met. But Shang Che laughed. A mockery that he made no effort to hide shimmered in his eyes. "I’ll only ask one thing: did my father abandon me back then?"