Lin Yi had just arrived at the door, but before she could enter, she heard Qiao Yu and Xia Ning talking.
Xia Ning's tone was full of disdain."This soup looks so oily. I don't want to drink it."
"It's not oily. Drink more soup to replenish your vitality and recover faster. It's good for the child."
"Children, children. You only know about children. After having a daughter, you've been watching over her every day. Now that you have a younger one, you'll definitely not have me in your eyes anymore. I'm almost a pig. I only know how to give birth." Xia Ning's tone was full of complaints.
Inside the ward, Qiao Yu was holding a bowl of soup. Seeing Xia Ning's pitiful look, his heart ached. He put down the bowl and said,""I said the wrong thing. It's my fault. Don't be sad. It won't be good if you tear the wound."
Xia Ning wiped her eyes and said,""Do you think I'm suffering from postpartum depression?"
