Chapter 8 (2/2)

“Ha, sympathy?”

Shen Shaobai gave a burst of cold laughter that could make someone’s blood turn cold.

“Just like what you said, I, Shen Shaobai, have never possessed any sympathy for anyone.”

Shen Shaobai—

Weiai’s eyes widened in shock.

It turns out he is Shen Shaobai, the prince of the capital city, a mysterious existence.

The Shen Family’s origins could be traced back to the last century, and its developments over the years had turned it into a prestigious conglomerate. Its business was also doing well overseas. Within the family, some also engaged themselves in politics, while others were closely related to the triad gangs of the underworld.

It could be said that the Shen Family had connections in the economic market, in politics and in the underworld. They were indeed the true winner of all three arenas.

According to rumors, Shen Shaobai, the favorite grandson of Old Master Shen, would be the future inheritor of the Shen Family!

He had always kept himself low and mysterious and had never revealed himself to the media, yet his name was known by everyone.

His tactics were aggressive and he was born into a rich family. However, he was a true prodigy who was in control of the domestic economic lifeline.

There were many rumors about him. It was a goal for many businessmen to secure a collaboration with him as it brought them honor and glory.

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Yes, “was a goal” as in the past.

Even his father had spoken more than once about Shen Shaobai being a legend of his time.

However, this respectable man was destroyed in a fire four years ago, after which he disappeared from the surface of the earth. Today, even though Shen Shaobai was still well-known, there was very little news about him.

He was like a meteor, dazzling but fleeting.

After a long time, Weiai regained her composure. She thought about the fire and raised her head cautiously. She immediately stretched out her hand and brought it to his face, with her fingers stretched out.

She moved it left and right, back and forth a few times.

As she thought, his eyes did not blink, not even once.

No wonder Uncle Zhong said that there was no need for her to tidy herself up. Now she understood why he was sitting in the wheelchair in the dark and why he did not avoid her slap.

This was because, just like the rumors, the fire took away his sight. He was no different from a blind man!