Lin Xueqing's delivery was more than a month ahead of Su Liang's.
Although Su Liang took Lin Xueqing's pulse regularly and it was always stable, Xing Yusheng was still nervous when the day of the delivery arrived. In the middle of the night, he insisted on calling Su Liang to stand by, so Gu Ling accompanied her there.
Su Liang sat in the delivery room, thinking that her main task was to reassure everyone, but she was also prepared for any emergencies.
Gu Ling sat in the courtyard waiting, watching Xing Yusheng pacing back and forth anxiously like an ant on a hot pan. Instead of asking him to sit down, Gu Ling asked him about his current mood.
"I'm so anxious and scared!" Xing Yusheng's forehead was sweating, both of his hands clenched together, and his voice was like a tightly-wound string, seemingly ready to break at any moment.
Gu Ling suddenly stood up and handed Xing Yusheng a pill, "Eat this."
