Shen Yan · Conversa

Shen Yan didn't sleep a wink on his first night back at the Shen residence. It wasn't because of the unfamiliar bed, but because of the sounds coming from the room next door—the boy who had occupied his place for eighteen years was on the phone with a friend, his voice loud and full of grievance: "What right does he have to come back! I'm the young master of the Shen family!" "I won't acknowledge him! I'm kicking him out tomorrow!" "...Waaah, he's taller than me." Leaning against the headboard, Shen Yan's lips curled slightly in the darkness. He suddenly felt that returning to this house might not be so bad after all. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>