The third son, Shen Bohong, watched, his big belly sinking back against the chair as he adjusted himself into a very comfortable position.
"If it were me, I wouldn't just have dragged her into this. No matter what, I'd pin the death of that teacher, what's-her-name, Xu Rou, on Mu Tiantian. Otherwise it'd all be for nothing!"
Sitting not far away, Shen Tiancheng listened, his laughter light, frivolous, tinged with debauchery.
"Third Uncle, that's not a bad idea. I wonder if you've got any good tricks up your sleeve to pin Xu Rou's death on Mu Tiantian. Why don't you let us broaden our horizons?"
As soon as Shen Tiancheng spoke, the smile on Shen Bohong's face instantly froze.
Although Shen Tiancheng was his nephew, compared to this Third Uncle who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, this nephew's methods made him shudder.
With what Shen Tiancheng just said, was he hoping he'd add more fuel to the news about Xu Rou's death, or was he implying he was meddling too much?
