"Zhiming, my stomach hurts!"
Su Zhiming turned around and his eyes widened. Li Yuyan was on the floor with both hands over her stomach.
He knit his eyebrows together and stayed frozen in place.
"Zhiming. . ." Li Yuyan called as she scrunched her face up in pain.
Su Zhiming placed his hand onto the door handle but didn't open the door for a long time. Should he go help? What if the kid was his? But what if it wasn't?
He hated Li Yuyan, and was extremely mad at her right now, but he couldn't help but think, what if the kid was indeed his?
In the end, Su Zhiming walked over and looked down at her.
"Zhiming. . . My stomach hurts a lot."
Su Zhiming pulled out his phone and dialed the emergency line.
After a while, he said coldly, "The ambulance will be here soon."
Li Yuyan gasped, "Zhiming, my stomach hurts a lot!"
