Mrs. Zheng looked at Mo Qishen, "Old Six, Yangyang just went in, and she won't be out for a while. You should go back and tidy up first. We have everything covered here, and Yangyang's mother will arrive soon."
"I want to wait here for Yangyang."
Mrs. Zheng glanced at Mo Qishen, "Well, you still need to go back and put on shoes. What do you think you look like barefoot?"
His shirt buttons were undone, and he wasn't wearing shoes...
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that Mr. Mog could be so disheveled?
Mo Qishen, unconcerned, said, "It's fine, I'm not cold."
Mrs. Zheng: "..." What does that have to do with being cold?
When the rest of the Ni Family arrived, Ni Yang had already been in the delivery room for ten minutes.
Ni Cuihua worriedly asked, "Mom, how is it going? Where's Yangyang?"
Mrs. Zheng answered, "She just went into the delivery room; the doctor said the surgery would take an hour and a half."
