Feng Qingxue's childbirth was nothing short of harrowing.
Learning that mother and children were safe, the group that had been waiting outside finally let out a sigh of relief, smiles appearing on their faces.
Triplets, triplets!
Lu Jiang, who had been crouching in the corner, suddenly stood up with a whoosh and wiped his face, "How are the little ones? How are they doing?" He had seen everything clearly. Xiaowo was born like a little kitten, his cries so faint.
Looking at his scruffy appearance, Guo Xiuying replied, "Don't worry, the little one is doing fine."
"Just three pounds and eight ounces..."
