Meng Qingxue sat quietly and waited.
Feeling a little bored, she took out a pair of half-knitted shoes from her bag.
Since she was pregnant and had nothing to do at home, she had started learning some handicrafts.
From the children's knitted shirts to the cloth shoes, she thought that what she knitted would be better worn by the child, so she wanted to it herself.
In any case, she had time, so she kept herself busy with these handicrafts and enjoyed it.
As she was knitting, she suddenly heard a woman's grudging tone coming from behind, calling out, "Meng Qingxue?!"
When Meng Qingxue heard her own name being called, she turned around, only to be met with Song Enya's gaze!
As the saying goes, enemies are bound to meet on a narrow path. This was probably the case now!
Never would Meng Qingxue have expected that Song Enya would one day come to the same hospital for a prenatal checkup.
