Bu Qingqing was standing outside the washroom, anxious since the young mistress had been inside for over half an hour without coming out.
"Young mistress, are you done yet?"
"Uh... not yet."
"Are you okay? If you're feeling really unwell, it's better to go to the hospital."
"I'm not going to the hospital!"
In other words, Wen Meimei didn't want to get an injection.
Bu Qingqing had no other options and felt an urge to kick the door open, but feared frightening the young mistress, so she continued to persuade patiently.
"Young mistress, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Gurgle..." The girl imitated the sound of her stomach growling, sounding sweet and soft, very pleasant to the ear.
Bu Qingqing was helplessly immersed in the sound of her young mistress acting cute, and it took her a moment to react, urgently saying: "Young mistress, do you have an upset stomach?"
Wen Meimei touched her round belly, her bright eyes clouded with a thin layer of worry.
