Zhou Rong was very diligent and efficient. She had just served the rice into bowls and placed them on the kang table when Lu Jiang had put a bib on his daughter, and Feng Qingxue suddenly put down her bowl and the half-eaten roasted cake.
"Ajiang," Feng Qingxue called out abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Lu Jiang arranged the bowls of rice in front of his son and daughter and looked up to see his wife's face looking somewhat pale, very different from usual, and he panicked, not bothering with his daughter anymore, "What's wrong? Qingxue, do you feel very uncomfortable?"
Feng Qingxue gave a strained smile and said, "Hurry and take me to the hospital, dummy!"
Since the holiday around National Day, she had been working hard for two months, planning for the best. But these two little brats had not given any signs in the hospital, yet once they got home, they seemed to want to see the world.
Little brats! Feng Qingxue was so annoyed that her teeth itched. They were just too inconsiderate.
