"I'll go tonight."
Upon hearing Lin Baobao's words, An Xiangrong didn't say anything. When it comes to medical treatment, the sooner, the better.
Lin Baobao booked the seven o'clock flight. An Xiangrong took her to the airport.
Seeing that Lin Baobao wanted to say something but stopped, An Xiangrong gently spoke up, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Sister Qing. You just hurry back."
A glimmer of fervor flashed in Lin Baobao's eyes, but she didn't say anything. She simply hugged An Xiangrong, "Ah Rong, thank you."
"What are you talking about?"
Looking at Lin Baobao's expression, An Xiangrong suddenly laughed, looked at her, and gently said with a smile, "Do you remember when you went to France?"
"Of course I remember. When I found out you were alone in France, I wanted to fly to you immediately. I was so worried about you."
Back then, when An Xiangrong was alone in France and pregnant, Lin Baobao almost made France her home.
