She saw Shen chengjing lying on the bed, groaning and clutching her stomach. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was buried in the pillow, struggling.
"Cheng? What was going on? How much does it hurt?"
"Mo Qiu, get the medicine." Mo Yancheng walked in, flustered.
It was the first time he had seen her in such pain. He was so scared that he quickly pulled mo Qiu in! When he saw mo Qiu at a loss, he felt that she had contracted a terminal illness.
"Brother yang, I don't have that kind of medicine." Mo Qiu was innocent.
When mo Yancheng heard his words, Shen chengjing reached out her hand and pulled his arm.""Uncle,"
He immediately let go of the innocent mo Qiu and turned around to carry her. Mo Yancheng's heart clenched when he saw her in pain.
"Cheng! Don't be afraid, I'll get him to prescribe you some medicine. "
Unfortunately, Shen chengjing reached out and pulled him down.
