This was different from what he imagined.
Qiao Anxin was less than three months pregnant, which meant that her pregnancy was still unstable. Anything could go wrong at this point.
If she really was as physical and rough as the policeman had said, that would've been dangerous.
She might have miscarried.
Su Ze had been so caught up with comforting her over Linda's case that this danger had slipped his mind.
Seeing how unfazed and unworried she looked, he couldn't help but doubt her.
"You're really alright?" He narrowed his eyes, his gaze a little strange. "You really don't want to get it checked at the hospital?"
Qiao Anxin's heart sank.
When she looked up and saw his doubtful eyes, she felt even more conscious. It seemed like he was suspecting something about their child.
She stiffened, and her hands and feet went cold.
