The man stared intensely at the glaring red, feeling as though his heart was being torn apart, the pain excruciating.
The baby⋯⋯
No, the baby will be fine.
In a panic, he carefully picked Lin Yixun up from the bed, not daring to use too much force, afraid it might hurt her or the baby.
When Sister Yi saw Leng Yixiu carrying Lin Yixun downstairs, she immediately knew that something was wrong.
"Sir, should I call Old He?"
"No need." He had no time to wait for Old He to come over and drive.
Holding Lin Yixun, the man hurried to the underground garage; even as he placed her in the passenger seat, his hands were still uncontrollably trembling.
Closing the passenger door, he walked quickly to the driver's seat and started the engine.
