He had once tried to push them together, and now that they were finally together, it was something worth celebrating.
He should have been glad… but Su Zhinian felt like someone had slashed his chest open with a knife and reached in to grab his heart and pull it out. The pain caused all the color to drain from his face, and his perfectly trimmed brows creased deeply.
There were cars that came on coming from behind him. Since his car blocked one of the lanes, many drivers honked in irritation or rolled down their windows to curse at him when they drove past him. However, Su Zhinian sat in his car like he did not hear anything with his eyes glued to the billboard screen.
The news lasted thirty minutes, and his car blocked the traffic for thirty minutes. It was not until Song Qingchun smiled and bade the viewers goodbye that he lowered his head and looked at the street before him.
