Sikong ruoling sent a message to Su Yi —— are you home?
Soon the message was answered —— I’m driving.
He wasn’t home yet, Sikong Ruoling didn’t want him to be distracted, so she replied —— concentrate on driving, no more chatting.
..
In the luxury car.
Su Yi threw his phone on the passenger seat, his two long hands on the steering wheel, he drove without looking away, the bright lights outside the window shone on his handsome facial features, making him look particularly cold and silent.
He remembered a conversation with his grandfather. He said —— grandfather, I will not marry song Qianqian, but I will give the Su family a child.
Song Qianqian, that woman, could not be touched yet. The SU family needed her genes. Su Yi could not get rid of his mission and responsibility as a descendant of the Su family, so he had to let song Qianqian give birth to a child, song Qianqian would be the biological mother of his child.
