Xu Changqing glanced at Shen Weimin, who had asked the question, then looked down and kicked at an annoying little clod of dirt at her feet. 'What's different? Is that even a question?'
"One is compensation with a motive, the other is appreciation without one. There's a huge difference between the two. Who would want to be kept in the dark their whole life?"
"So you're sure?" Although it was a question, Shen Weimin was already almost certain that Old Man Cheng was, without a doubt, his wife's biological grandfather.
"No. It's not like he said, 'I'm your biological grandfather.' And even if he did, would that make it true? What a joke. Where's the proof? Oh, right, anyone can just show up and claim to be family."
Shen Weimin sucked in a breath.
'She's still being stubborn about this.'
