But then came a shout from Qiao Shiwen from outside the room.
She quickly wiped away the tears from her cheeks and the corner of her eyes, and replied loudly.
"Dad, I'm in the study."
Within about ten seconds, Qiao Shiwen walked in with a bowl of steaming tomato and meatball soup and placed it on the desk.
"I added ginger because I was afraid it might upset your stomach. Try it."
Just the smell of the meat was enough to make Qiao Xiaon'an cover her nose.
She had barely managed to eat two slices of oat bread at night, but now, they felt like a block in her stomach, threatening to come back up.
Qiao Shiwen quickly moved the bowl away to the far end of the desk, "You're still vomitting this much?"
He had thought that his daughter wanting to eat meat meant she was vomitting less.
Yuan Meili was only sick for about three months when she was pregnant with their daughter.
