Is the position of Madam President really that important?

Song Qiang's lips curved into a smile. His eyes were dark as he raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai huien.

"What, are you jealous? Huien, didn't you notice that that woman's facial features are so similar to yours? The reason why I let her have my child is because she looks like you. I'm afraid I won't be able to have you in this lifetime, so you won't allow me to leave a small memory for myself?"

At the end of his sentence, there seemed to be a hint of hurt in his eyes.

Bai Hui 'en sighed, her eyes flashing.

To be honest, she knew better than anyone how Song Qiang had treated her all these years.

Back then, if it wasn't for Song Qiang, she would not have been able to achieve anything on her own.

It was a pity that after so many years, she still could not respond.

She felt a little guilty and pinched the back of his hand.

"I owe you this life. I'm sorry, Yingluo."

Song Qiang shook his head at Bai huien, his eyes filled with deep affection.