Zhan mo squinted his eyes suspiciously. Just as he was about to ask, he heard the nurse at the side say with a smile,"It's good that you brought chicken soup. Let the pregnant woman drink it. She can breastfeed after she drinks it."
The three babies had been in the thermal box since they were born. They were only brought over for their mommy to see now that their condition had stabilized.
The three of them hadn't had any breast milk yet.
When she heard the nurse say that she was going to feed her, ruan Mengmeng's head, which had been hanging low, finally lifted up.
When Zhan mo saw her small face, his breathing stopped for half a second.
Ruan Mengmeng, who was wearing a hospital gown after giving birth, looked a little weaker than usual.
Her face was pale, and she exuded a warm, soft, motherly glow. However, Yingying didn't know why, but her face was covered with tear stains. Crystal-like tears fell one by one, and she couldn't stop them.
