It had been five years since Sang Pengcheng had last seen Shen Hanyu. When Shen Hanyu was younger, he had a calm and cold personality that left a deep impression on Sang Pengcheng.
The young man walked in slowly.
There was a familiar coldness between his brows. His expression and actions were extremely restrained, but he inadvertently revealed a powerful aura that could not be ignored.
If he met this person in the business world, Sang Pengcheng would definitely be on high alert and wouldn't dare to make a single mistake.
However, right now, Shen Hanyu was facing the Sang family. Moreover, this person had tricked his precious daughter. Thus, Sang Pengcheng would naturally be impolite to him.
Sang Minglang's gaze could even freeze a person to death.
The air in the living room was chilly. No one asked Shen Hanyu to take a seat. He stood there, neither servile nor overbearing, his attitude calm and respectful. "Uncle Sang, Brother Minglang."
