As he was thinking, the sudden thud of a cane against the floor sounded behind him. He turned and discovered that Grandpa Meng had come in.
Meng Zhixing hurried forward to help him, but Grandpa Meng waved him away.
"Enough, enough... What a tragedy..."
Grandpa Meng's clouded eyes were filled with sorrow as he stared at the bedraggled man lying on the floor.
"Shen, old friend! Why did you have to do this...?"
At the sound of Grandpa Meng's voice, the man on the floor seemed to grow agitated. He struggled to sit up, fixing his bloodshot eyes on him.
With a cloth stuffed in his mouth, he could only make muffled noises, as though he were cursing him.
Seeing his frenzied expression, Grandpa Meng shook his head.
"Father, what exactly is going on?!"
Meng Zhixing could not help being curious. It seemed things were not that simple, and his father appeared to know the inside story.
Grandpa Meng let out a deep sigh. The events of the past two days had aged him considerably, and his once sturdy frame looked somewhat stooped.
"He was an old friend who had been with me for years..."
The servant's name was Shen Tonghai. He had been at Grandpa Meng's side since his twenties, working alongside him and serving the Meng Family all those years.
But the Meng Family's prominence made them a target. Once, they had been attacked by thugs even in their own home, and Shen Tonghai's wife happened to be at the Villa at the time.
In the heat of the moment, she had taken a bullet for Grandpa Meng and tragically lost her life.
Shen Tonghai had a son who was only two years old then.
Out of guilt and gratitude, Grandpa Meng had the Meng Family cover all