Madam Shen laughed, "That's not fear of his wife, that's because the bride he married deserves that kind of respect."
Madam Shen's words were loaded with meaning.
There were some things about the Cheng family that the younger generation was unaware of, but she, being an elder, had heard a thing or two in her early years.
Han Jiangxue's hand, holding the teacup, stiffened, and the faint smile on her face instantly became exceedingly awkward.
Shen Zhaonan, of course, knew what his mother meant by that; he laughed and said, "To speak of it, it's also about a meeting of minds; men from Jincheng generally respect their wives.
I think, if it's difficult to talk with Cheng Zheng, perhaps we can have a chat with his wife. It's said that she manages the family business very successfully."
Madam Shen nodded her head in laughter, very much in agreement with her son's thoughts.
Han Jiangxue was completely clueless about the topic this mother and son were discussing.