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"All of you, shut up!" A familiar voice rang out, and everyone fell silent.

The nanny wheeled Old Master Shen out of his room. His hair was gray, and he had grown so thin he was practically skin and bones. He sat in the wheelchair, glaring at everyone with a dark expression.

"I asked you back here to eat, not to fight. If you want to argue, get out and do it elsewhere."

"You think I wanted to come?" The speaker was Shen Yan, the Shen Family's youngest daughter, born to Old Master Shen's last wife. A minor celebrity, she wore a gold lamé dress with a fringed neckline. "If Mom hadn't told me to come, I'd never have set foot in this place again."

"You wanted him back, didn't you? Then I'm leaving. You can eat with him yourself."

She set down what she was holding and turned to leave, but the butler called after her. "Miss Shen Yan, please stay and have one last meal with the old master. He doesn't have much time left."

Everyone knew Old Master Shen had been diagnosed with cancer before the new year. That was why so many had gathered this time. In previous years, only a few would come, eat with him, and leave.

"Only when you're dying do you remember to be nice to people?" Shen Yan sneered. But she didn't leave. She sat back down on the sofa.

"The food is ready. Please come to the dining room," the butler continued. "Whatever it is, you can discuss it after the meal."

It was, without a doubt, the strangest meal Shen Luoluo had ever eaten. Everyone silently ate what was in their bowls from start to finish. Before coming, she had used the Intelligence System to learn about each member