Both of them happily got into the car.
As the car just reached the main street, they saw a man and a woman walking out of a private hospital nearby.
Qiao Dongyang's face changed abruptly, and he slammed on the brakes, nearly scaring Chi Yue to death.
"What's wrong?" Chi Yue's body lurched forward due to inertia, and it took her some effort to sit back up straight before looking at him, "Qiao Dongyang?"
Qiao Dongyang was as pale as a ghost, his eyes seeming as though they were about to fall out of their sockets, and he didn't hear a word she said. Chi Yue looked at him curiously and then followed his gaze toward the door of the private hospital—
The man and woman were about to turn the corner.
Chi Yue recognized Qiao Zhengchong at a glance. He was supporting a young woman in maternity clothes, with extra care and caution. As they crossed the street, he protectively held her close, displaying a picture of elderly husband and young wife affection, which looked rather ridiculous.
