The teahouse across from the Medical Clinic was doing much better business, thanks to the clinic's presence.
In a private room on the second floor, Song Lianhe poured herself some tea. "What does Prince Ling want with me?"
Across from her, Zhou Junlin wore a white shirt under a teal-colored outer robe. Though he had a handsome, gentle, and easygoing face, it turned cold whenever he looked at her.
The old Song Lianhe would have shed secret tears over this, but the woman she was now couldn't care less.
"This morning, the Song Residence sent someone to ask you to diagnose Mrs. Song. Why didn't you go?"
Song Lianhe grabbed a handful of melon seeds, looked up at him, and asked, amused, "Are you here to condemn me on Song Xilan's behalf?"
Zhou Junlin continued in a cold voice, "Mrs. Song is your mother in name. She is pregnant, and General Song is away at war. As their child, you should be easing your elders' worries."
SMACK.
