Chapter 882
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Mr. Song Menghwa was so weak earlier, so how come he suddenly became so energetic as he listened to the recording?
Everyone there knew that Song Menghwa was in poor health and had been sent to the hospital several times.
Even though they were curious, they did not dare react, afraid that they might say something wrong and cause Mr. Song Menghwa to faint. Therefore, after hearing his roar, everyone kept quiet and turned their attention back to Su Zhinian, who was escorting Song Qingchun toward the banquet hall entrance.
Su Zhinian did not stop, and Song Menghwa's tone became even more displeased. As he slammed his walking stick on the ground, he yelled angrily, "Su Zhinian, can you hear me? I dare you to take another step forward! I told you to get over here! "
Song Qingchun, who was in Su Zhinian's embrace, stopped moving.
Seeing her stop, Su Zhinian took another small step forward before following her unwillingly.
"Get over here!" Song Menghwa's tone was laced with anger, probably because Su Zhinian did not move.
Song Qingchun, who buried her face in Su Zhinian's chest, shivered involuntarily from Song Menghwa's anger. She wanted to struggle out of Su Zhinian's embrace to look at Song Menghwa.
However, Su Zhinian quickly reached out to stop her from moving.
You must be kidding, those reporters just want to see the world in chaos. He had gone through so much trouble to protect her from being slapped in the face, so if she went back now, she would be walking right into the lion's den.
Song Qingchun could not get away from Su Zhinian, so she pulled on his sleeve and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Dad wants us to go over …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, the sound of Song Menghwa slamming his walking stick on the ground came from not far away. "Su Zhinian, do you still see me as your father!"
Song Menghwa was really angered. As he yelled, he raised his walking stick and slammed the wine glass on the floor, creating an ear-piercing sound.
This is obviously the prelude to anger … Song Qingchun looked at the indifferent Su Zhinian and said in a desperate tone, "Su Zhinian, I'm not feeling well, I can't handle this …"
Su Zhinian bit on his lips, but in the end, he gave in to the little girl in his arms and turned around with her in his arms.
Song Menghwa raised his staff and stood at the front of the stage. Behind him stood the butler, Fang Rou, and Qin Yinan and Cheng Qingchong, who had walked over to comfort him earlier.
He stared at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, who were walking toward him, and his expression was so serious that it was almost scary.
This was the first time Song Qingchun had seen this side of Song Menghwa since she was young.
She was so scared that her hands and feet turned cold. Her legs almost trembled all the way to Song Menghwa.
She was afraid that one look at Song Menghwa's stern expression would cause her to lower her eyes and hold her breath, waiting for the storm to come.
Compared to Song Qingchun's nervousness and anxiety, Su Zhinian was still as calm and collected as ever. He was taller than Song Menghwa. Even though he was his son, standing before Song Menghwa, even with his head lowered, the presence he exuded was much stronger than the angry Song Menghwa.
Song Menghwa's face darkened as he moved his gaze from Su Zhinian's face to Song Qingchun's before moving down to Song Qingchun's stomach.
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