Shi Ying lay on the table, eyes closed, speaking weakly, "Song Zhen, you've angered me to the point my heart condition is acting up. Come on, agree to it, let me catch my breath!"
Song Zhen set down his finished cup of black tea on the table and stood up to fetch his coat.
He put it on slowly and deliberately, showing no intention of caring for Shi Ying.
Shi Ying was still calling out affectionately, "Song Zhen~"
Song Zhen replied indifferently, "Two months ago, I angered my own father so much he ended up in the emergency room, nearly beyond rescue."
The implication was clear; he wasn't going to entertain Shi Ying's antics.
After saying that, a flicker of regret passed through Song Zhen's heart.
He thought to himself, if he had pushed a little harder back then, and truly caused Song Enshuo's death, would Yue Meiqi have been spared?
In that case, Song Jun would still have a mother.
