The matter of the old house was settled like this for now, it wasn't a matter of urgency, Shang Qichao was merely giving Shang Jiang'an a heads-up.
There was one last issue, Shang Qichao found quite difficult to broach, frankly, it was hard to express.
He looked toward his son.
But Jianghan was oblivious, his head lowered as he chatted and laughed with his wife, completely ignoring him.
Shang Qichao mentally cursed him as a rascal twice over in his heart, and cleared his throat softly.
"That... both of you are in your forties, and there are some things that can't always be hidden..."
Shang Jiangchuan rubbed his hands together and let out a wry laugh, interrupting.
"Uncle, are you talking about that mother and son abroad?"
Actually, the two brothers were not completely in the dark.
In the living room, silence ensued following the mention of those two individuals by Shang Jiangchuan.