Qin Yinan's ostentatiously care-free reaction fueled Su Zhinian's anger. He clamped his hands around Qin Yinan's neck, planning to choke the life out of him. As if feeling that was not enough, he took a step back and raised his leg, aiming to kick the man's abdomen, when Qin Yinan's thoughts filtered into his mind. If only I didn't overdrink and mistake Cheng Qingchong for Song Song in my drunken state…
Su Zhinian's movement halted. Cheng Qingchong? My secretary?
He loosened the hold on Qin Yinan's neck, and his icy gaze flashed with surprise.
The drunken Qin Yinan was still trapped in the memory from the night before. Su Zhinian continued to read more of his thoughts. …In that case, if Cheng Qingchong didn't get pregnant, would I have carried out the marriage with Song Song?
