The two of them quickly ran out with the child in their arms.
Song ran and yang Haitao held her hands. Song ran directed her, " "Sis, you have to relax. You can't use too much strength right now, Yingluo!"
but it hurts, ran, ran. You should know how painful it is, right? "
I know, I know, but you can't overexert yourself, and you can't relax too much either. Listen to me, it'll be over soon. Think about how cute niannian and Yanzhi are, you'll give birth to a cute little dumpling too. For the sake of the little dumpling, sister, all the best, Yingluo.
Yang Haitao couldn't say a word.
When he heard song ran's last sentence, he quickly chimed in, " "Xiaoxuan, go, go, go, Yingluo."
Song Xuan was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely. She shook her head and said, " "After giving birth to this child, I won't give birth to another child no matter what. I'm determined not to give birth to Yingluo."
