Su Ran clutched her phone nervously.
Perhaps because she had become a mother, she was especially tolerant toward children.
Even though she didn't like Jiang Nanshu, the child was indeed innocent; if Jiang Nanshu were harmed, the child in her womb wouldn't even have had a chance to glimpse this world.
Not knowing what had been said on the other side, Su Ran finally relaxed and her tone became gentler, "Thank you, Bao Yan. Let's wait until she gives birth."
As if a great burden had been lifted from her heart, Su Ran happily played with the child in her arms and laughed, "Youyou, mommy will soon find the bone marrow that can treat you. Hold on just a bit longer, okay? It won't hurt soon."
The roughly one-year-old girl blinked her bright eyes and smiled at Su Ran, "Mama, no hurt, no needles."
Su Ran looked at her wrist, plump with baby fat, her eyes reddening, "Okay, no more needles, and the pain will fly away."
"Mm-hmm," little Youyou nodded vigorously.
