Miss Park extended her hand towards Shen Qui's arms, slowly holding him as tears continued to spill from her beautiful eyes. Her lips trembled, face paled. "Aw!" Miss Park withdrew her hand when she felt a little tingling sensation that soon turned painful. She looked at the back of her palm and realized that she doesn't have any wounds.
"Are you alright? Did something happen?" Shen Qiaosong asked, worried. "What happened?"
"I — I was just — Maybe it was just me," she continued before crying again. "As I was saying… I am almost a hundred percent sure that… that he is not my father," she dragged her gaze back to Shen Qui. This time, she didn't try to hold him and just started sobbing again.
"So, he is not Mr. Park. What about the President?" Shen Qui asked. He didn't even bother to look at Miss Park and just turned his attention to Shen Qiaosong.
"I am almost a hundred percent that this President is taller than the previous one."
"You mean…"
