Uncle Zhang hesitated, his memory having grown even more vague after so many years.
Seeing the uncertainty written all over Uncle Zhang's face, and his hesitation to speak, Xu Chaomu curiously asked, "Uncle Zhang, was the person who saved you back then the Fourth Young Master?"
Uncle Zhang thought for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head: "Maybe, I can't quite remember."
"But my husband said that wasn't the case," Xu Chaomu was frank. "When you mistook him for your savior, he denied it. Have you forgotten?"
Xu Chaomu felt something was amiss; it definitely wasn't Shen Chi who saved them.
Uncle Zhang's eyes widened: "At that time, I thought the Fourth Young Master was just unwilling to admit it, afraid that we would trouble him, but now that I think about it... maybe it really wasn't the Fourth Young Master..."
Uncle Zhang then glanced at Shen Shihan lying on the hospital bed, a strong premonition coming over him that he had made a mistake.
