"It seems like the baby is coming." Jian Qing's abdominal pain didn't disappear as quickly as before, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she realized she was probably going into premature labor.
With a loud thud, Quan Jingwu's mind went blank.
The sound of the person in his arms groaning in pain snapped him back to reality, and a rare panic appeared on his normally impassive face. He helped her up, his hands trembling as he grabbed his phone.
He pressed Jian Luo's number with a serious face and looked at the person in his arms with tense eyes, "Dear, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Jian Qing endured the pain and smiled reassuringly at him, "I'm fine, don't panic."
Ironically, he seemed more nervous than she did, even though she was the one giving birth.
On the other side, Jian Luo hadn't yet gone to sleep and was busy dealing with the documents sent over by the March subsidiary. Upon seeing Quan Jingwu's incoming call, he was slightly startled.
