Lu Zhengyuan stretched out his hand and gave Lu Sirong a push.
Lu Sirong's eyes flickered slightly, as if her footing wasn't stable, and with Lu Zhengyuan's push, her body swayed and she reached out to grab Ge Weihong's hand.
"Old Lu, you're not being gentle at all, are you trying to make Sirong fall?"
Ge Weihong couldn't help but blame him, then looked at Lu Sirong with concern and asked, "Sirong, are you alright?"
Lu Sirong gently shook her head, but the next second, her complexion changed slightly, and she placed a hand on her belly, her voice trembling.
"Mom, I think my stomach hurts, please help me quickly..."
Ge Weihong believed her immediately, holding Lu Sirong in a flustered manner and saying, "Dad, Sirong might be having issues with the baby again, I'm taking her upstairs to rest now, and we might need to go to the hospital later."
The old master grunted in agreement, allowing the mother and daughter to head upstairs first.
