Jiangbei.
When Sheng Siyuan returned, the Sheng Family's ancestral home had already received the notice.
Upon entering, he immediately saw the old man in the garden waiting for him with a cane, beside him was the old lady who had been thrown to the ground and could not even crawl up.
"Dad."
Sheng Siyuan had never seen such a scene and couldn't help but call out.
The old Master Sheng glanced at him and slowly walked forward.
"Although the Sheng Family is not from some noble lineage, a hundred years ago it had a notable name in Jiangbei. Today, this old hag has brought disgrace upon the Sheng Family to this extent, so I can only send her back from where she came."
Unexpectedly, the first thing he waited for his son to come back for was not to discuss arranging Jian Rou's funeral at the Sheng Family's home.
But to deal in front of Sheng Siyuan with this old lady first.