About ten minutes later, Qin Lingling returned to the store at a snail's pace, while Yin Rongyan was already getting impatient. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Qin Lingling's face pale as a ghost, looking like a walking dead, and the words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down deeply.
It must have been the painful pregnancy vomiting.
Frowning, she said, "I've picked out a few things for you and paid for them. Let's go home now."
Qin Lingling's mind was in a haze, as if she had lost her wits and only a numb body was left. She couldn't make out what Yin Rongyan was saying; the only thing echoing in her mind were Yi Jiafei's words.
She really didn't know what to do...
Why did fate have to make her suffer so much?
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In the hospital.
