"I'm pregnant," Jiang Man declared with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Beside her, Lu Xingzhou clasped her hands with the joy of a soon-to-be father, his excitement palpable.
For the couple, this was a very happy and celebratory occasion.
But King's expression was extremely complex.
There was a fleeting moment of joy, but it was quickly overshadowed by a grimace, his face turning faster than flipping a book.
"I haven't agreed to the two of you being together yet. Are you trying to present me with a fait accompli by getting pregnant first?" he said, his voice cold, heavily laden with emotion.
This was a rare show of emotion for him.
Even when, in his youth, he single-handedly infiltrated Northern Myanmar, facing dozens of gun barrels with his life hanging by a thread, he never lost composure.
But at that moment, he was clearly flustered, his mind in turmoil.