Chapter 934: Unworthy

Shen Shichu was bewildered, “What does this mean?”

Bo Yanching remained expressionless, “She never answers my calls, my relationship with her isn’t that good.”

It made perfect sense, Shen Shichu couldn’t even respond.

This meant there was no way to ask for help.

But how could it be so absolute, Yaen Chi was capable, Bo Yanching was even more skillful, able to keep such a person in line, how could he really be as gentle and composed as he seemed?

Right, seek help from Bo Yanching.

“Uncle, please help me.”

Bo Yanching’s face suddenly darkened.

He leaned back, pressing the chair back, his broad shoulders and narrow waist exuded a lazy and noble aura, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and the coldness between his brows made people instinctively silent.

“Shen Shichu, you’ve been presumptuous enough here today.”

Shen Shichu’s heart sank with a thud.

His legs went weak, almost kneeling again.

His lips were dry and peeling, he anxiously licked them, “But, you’re my uncle.”

“Don’t try to morally blackmail me,” Bo Yanching said, “Our distant blood relation is so thin it wouldn’t even count in ancient times, your Shen’s has created such a mess, why should I use my money to fill your hole?”

“It’s just temporary, I’m not asking, I’m borrowing from you.”

“Hah.”

Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, already feeling bored, “You’re truly not fit to be a rival that grabs my attention.”

Shen Shichu didn’t understand what this meant.

Bo Yanching waved a hand, speaking calmly, “Get out.”

“Uncle!”

“Han Chuan!”

Both voices sounded at the same time.

Han Chuan moved faster, rushed up, pulled Shen Shichu’s hands behind his back, and dragged him out, stuffing him into the elevator without mercy.

Han Chuan followed inside, glanced sideways at the disheveled Shen Shichu leaning against the wall, his lips curling with disdain.

He probably realized his situation was beyond recovery, couldn’t even get Bo Yanching to budge, and no one in Rongcheng City could help him rise again.

What to do when he goes back?

The creditors would skin him alive.

And those meddlesome reporters, armed with cameras watching their family, eager to capture every ugly downfall of the Shen Family and make the whole world laugh at them.

Living his whole life in glory, how could he endure such days of debt collection?

As the elevator door opened, Shen Shichu suddenly came to, had already stepped out, then abruptly turned and dashed back inside, frantically pressing the floor button where Bo Yanching was, mumbling as if possessed:

“I’ll go plead with Uncle again, he will definitely soften, definitely will…”

Han Chuan didn’t stop him, just stood at the elevator entrance, watching indifferently.

When Shen Shichu realized the door wouldn’t close, he looked up to see Han Chuan’s face with a mocking smile, a single glance filled him with an overwhelming sense of shame.

Han Chuan acted as if he didn’t see it; in this society, there are plenty of people obsessed with face.

He spoke with implication, “Young Master Shen, why are you at a dead end?”

“What do you mean?” Shen Shichu glared at him.

“Don’t be so limited in everything, it’s too unfair for you to carry the Shen Family’s burden alone.”

He almost directly suggested, weren’t there still the Ye Family?

Whoever in the Shen Family caused the deficit should be responsible.

If you’re going to drag someone down to hell, take them all, after all, he had nothing to lose anymore.

Shen Shichu understood, but he felt afraid, truly worthy of being alongside Bo Yanching, leading him to target others, while saying such things lightly, always with a smile.

This was the most terrifying upon careful thought.