Under the confused gaze of the waitress who looked at him like he was crazy, Su Zhinian continued the pace up and down the corridor before shoving the door open again. Without even closing the door, he dashed to the sofa. He reached out to grab Song Qingchun's arms and pulled her up from the sofa.
"Su Zhinian, what are you doing? Qingchun is pregnant; you have to be more careful…" Su Zhinian drowned out Song Menghwa's lecture as he pulled Song Qingchun tightly into his arms.
He knew that he was acting a bit too crazily, but then again, how could he not be? Ever since he had stumbled upon the secret that he was Song Menghwa's son, there had not been a single night when he didn't imagine how glorious his life would be if they weren't biological siblings.
