He's Not My Son, But My...

Su Yanyun didn't know how to console him.

A few seconds later, she said, "Jinghui, maybe even if you don't come to the hospital, Sisi won't look for you because of this."

"Why?" Rong Jinghui seemed to be shocked. "Didn't you say that she's your friend? Won't she help you solve the problem until…"

He was a little incoherent.

"Because." Su Yanyun didn't know if she should tell him this news. "Because… I already know your background…"

If this news came a day earlier, Rong Jinghui would definitely be very happy.

But now, he felt that this was a nightmare.

Why did he want his background?

He would rather not have a background than lose to Qiao Sisi.

He had spent those twenty-odd years like an orphan.

Now, no matter who his parents were, he had Qiao Sisi.

Qiao Sisi was more important than anyone at this time.