Upon seeing An Ling's actions, a chill descends onto An Xiangrong's eyes. A hint of mockery tugs at the corners of her lips as she turns her attention to Lin Baobao, "Let's go."
"Gu Mingyu, you better hurry and take An Ling to the hospital. She is, after all, carrying your child." Hearing An Xiangrong's words, Lin Baobao speaks directly to Gu Mingyu. Though her words were directed at him, she stared at An Ling with undisguised ridicule.
Locked in a gaze with Lin Baobao, An Ling's eyes filled with rage. In the presence of Gu Mingyu, however, she dared not utter a word, only clasping her belly pitifully.
Gu Mingyu kept his eyes trained on the direction of An Xiangrong's departure. But the figure in front showed no signs of turning back, with the sight of her departing silhouette, his eyes filled with complexity. Seeing this, An Ling, whose eyes had been locked on him the entire time, gripped her hands tightly.
"Ah Yu, my stomach hurts."
