Lu Ming had just helped Jing Yiren lie down.
Suddenly, the door of the ward slammed open with a loud thump.
The noise startled Lu Ming and Jing Yiren, both of them turned to look at the door of the ward.
It was Wu Xiujuan.
Standing at the door, Wu Xiujuan saw her son's cold face and frowned brows, only then she realized the urgency in her heart.
Swiftly moderating her actions.
She walked towards Jing Yiren's bedside.
Following her were two maids carrying a trolley loaded with various items.
Wu Xiujuan casually dumped the bags she was carrying on the bed, then sat next to the bed, taking Yiren's hand, she asked anxiously.
"Yiren, why are you in the hospital? Is the baby alright? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Jing Yiren smiled faintly and shook her head, "I'm fine! The doctor said it's just for observation for a few days!"
"Why did you come at this time, Mom?" Lu Ming asked calmly, glancing out the window to see it was already late.
