Chapter 1466: Roll (plus 4)

"I...I..." Old man Shen's old face covered in weather and frost turned red slightly.
He has always been known for his thick-skinned face, otherwise he would not have been able to wander among the various forces for decades, with ease.
But now, Han Cangyan's voice hasn't weakened by half, and his posture hasn't eased by half.
In front of everyone, he was indifferent and straightforward.
He is a young man and doesn't even know you.
Such embarrassment, Rao Shen Zhongtian, also felt unable to resist.
"Xiaohan...no, Young Master Han...I'm Shen Zhongtian. I used to be under the marshal. I even hugged you when you were young."
Old man Shen felt that the eyes of the people around him were getting more and more, and he had to reluctantly remind Han Cangyan.
Seeing Han Cangyan's thin lips, he pressed tightly.
He didn't seem to have any impression of him, and Mr. Shen quickly said again, "By the way, Shen Yi is my grandson. Shen Yi, should you know Young Master Han?"
Not accepting the old, Shen Zhongtian thought to himself.
Having not walked in front of Young Master Han for more than ten years, he couldn't recognize himself.
Hearing the words'Shen Yi', Han Cangyan's deep facial features were frozen like ice, and finally there was a trace of looseness.
"How about Shen Si Ren? Why didn't I see him."
"This... he is in ill health and he is resting at home." Shen Zhongtian's face was a little ugly.
Han Cangyan knew Shen Yi, so he should also know his identity.
But he didn't ask himself at all, but only asked Shen Yi.
There were secret smiles in the eyes of the people around, and they didn't hide the secret from Old Man Shen.
His temple twitched twice.
In the future, not to let others read the jokes, and in order to appear close to the Han family, he immediately introduced Shen Wan to Han Cangyan.
"Young Master Han, this is my little granddaughter, and Shen Wan, Shen Yi’s younger sister. After all, our Shen family and the Han family are really fate. Your sister was adopted by my little granddaughter. The two of them love each other. With mother and daughter, the relationship is really good. Knowing that the marshal will host a dinner for your sister tonight, I brought her here specially."
Shen Zhongtian smiled and introduced Shen Wan to Han Cangyan.
Who knows, I heard the word ‘sister’.
Han Cangyan's eyes, as cold as frost, instantly became more gloomy and terrifying.
"Fuck." He moved his lips, and his sullen eyes fell on Shen Wan's face.
"Young Master Han, what are you talking about?" Shen Zhongtian was a little older, and he really didn't hear what Han Cang said.
Of course, even if he heard it, he wouldn't believe it.
After all, this banquet was hosted by the Han family.
They came with invitations, and there was another relationship between Shen Yi and Gu Xuan'er.
What Han Cang said, it is impossible to treat them coldly.
However, in the next second, he did not wait for Mr. Shen to open his mouth to mediate.
He was slapped by the reality.
"Papa—" there was a crisp sound.
The sound of glass bursting to the ground broke the lively atmosphere of the banquet hall.
The red wine glass that Han Cangyan was holding in his right hand was hit by Shen Wan's feet.
Everyone stayed.
The guests, the servants of the Han family, Mr. Shen and Shen Wan...
The housekeeper, Uncle Zhao, just came in from outside the hall, and hurried over, leaning in Han Cangyan's ear, "...Master, the less come."
The young master confessed, the less come, he must be notified.
It's just the shards of glass all over the floor, what's the matter?
Uncle Zhao was about to ask, he saw Han Cangyan took his left hand out of his pocket, tore off his left glove, and wiped off the red wine stain on his right hand.
"Go." With a cold word, Han Cangyan said to Uncle Zhao.
After speaking, he walked straight to the entrance of the hall.
From beginning to end, I didn't look at Mr. Shen and Shen Wan again.
And the old man Shen, who was left by him, can barely rely on years of experience to stand firm.
On the contrary, she was Shen Wan, her legs soft and shaky, almost limp in the banquet hall.
[8 is over, see you tomorrow night]