Before Nian che could say anything, she covered her mouth and rushed to the toilet.
"Sister-in-law!"
He quickly followed her in and saw ning Qing lying on the sink, clutching her chest and retching.
He rushed out anxiously to get a glass of warm water.
Ning Qing was still vomiting uncomfortably. He could only stroke her back and comfort her.
Ning Qing only stopped after a while.
She took the glass of water from him and took two sips.
The discomfort in his stomach slowly faded.
She was a little confused.
Recently, she seemed to have been feeling nauseated, and her appetite had improved a lot.
Could it be that there was a problem with her mother's cooking?
She couldn't figure out why, but when she looked up, she saw Nian Che's strange gaze.
"What's the matter?" she asked, stammering.
Nian che looked her up and down, then asked,'sister-in-law, have you been feeling unwell? You didn't go to the doctor?"
