When he read the news of her pregnancy from her heart at Golden Corner, he had truly been shocked, but when he pulled out those tablets and the hospital report from her bag, his heart, which already knew the truth, still went limp for quite some time before it started to beat again.
Su Zhinian stood before Song Qingchun and looked into her eyes. His lips stretched thinly, but he didn't speak. His hands that gripped the report increased in strength.
Song Qingchun was petrified. The bottle in her palm was squeezed into a sticky mess when her palm closed into a fist.
After a silence that lasted an eternity, Su Zhinian raised the report to her face and asked, "Is this yours?"
Song Qingchun nodded wordlessly.
