Although Jiang Muzhou is not always reliable, he generally doesn't drop the ball at critical moments.
The restaurant is not close to the hospital; it would take others forty minutes to get there, but his driving skills, which could outshine everyone, only needed thirty minutes.
Red lights were just decorations for him.
What could be more important than giving birth?
Sweat began to form on Lin Chu's forehead, and her brow was furrowed. The pain came quickly, but it was not unbearable.
"It's not that fast, don't be so nervous."
Yes, Lu Huai'an, who was always composed even in the face of major crises, was very nervous, his jaw tightly clenched, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He kissed the woman's lips, his voice hoarse and obscure, "Mm, don't be nervous. If it hurts, bite my hand, don't hurt yourself."
Lin Chu, trying to endure the pain, bit deeply into her lips, leaving teeth marks.
