Song Ning closed her laptop, stretched, and checked her pulse.
Jiahui looked up and asked worriedly, "How is it?"
Song Ning smiled. "It's pretty good."
Jiahui stopped working as well and stretched. "Let's go downstairs and take a walk to get some fresh air…"
Song Ning nodded in agreement. She said with a sigh, "My foot injury won't heal so soon so there's no way for me to exercise. It can't be good for the baby if I just sit around like this, right?"
Jiahui agreed with Song Ning. She said, "I'll go to the OB/GYN department in the afternoon and ask for the doctors' opinions."
Song Ning smiled gratefully.
"My cousin said Zhuang Ji's sales this season are very good. She's planning to visit you on behalf of Zhuang Ji's employees and take the chance to show next season's designs as well," Jia Hui said as she helped Song Ning, who still needed crutches to walk, into a wheelchair.
