"What?"
Zhou Qing's hand trembled, almost throwing the phone in his hand. He hurriedly said, "Where are you? I'll come find you right away."
"The old room."
Zhou Qing picked up his clothes, ready to leave, when Zheng Peipei quickly grabbed Zhou Qing's arm and said anxiously, "Brother Qing, what's wrong? Do you need my help?"
"Go back earlier."
Zhou Qing left a few words indifferently, shook off Zheng Peipei's hand, and quickly headed toward the Golden Dragon Hotel.
Without stopping, he arrived at Room 812 of the Golden Dragon Hotel. Seeing the door ajar, Zhou Qing pushed it open and entered. As soon as he saw Liu Yaqing, he hurriedly asked, "Are you really pregnant?"
"Could I lie about something like this?" Liu Yaqing said, holding her shoulders lightly, "No need to guess, the child is yours."
Zhou Qing stood there as if struck by lightning, silent for a long time. His hand trembled as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one.
