Even if it meant… sacrificing something, she was prepared to do it.
Although Xia Lin didn't understand why she was so persistent about that child, but… since she insisted on going, he had to be fully responsible for her safety.
Qiao An got into the car, and Xia Lin immediately followed.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Qiao An rushed out of the car first.
In the corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps rose; Ji Qingxin's eyes snapped open, and a cold smirk curled at her lips.
Qiao An, you finally arrived.
Bang!
The door to the ward was violently pushed open.
Qiao An appeared at the doorway with an anxious expression, her gaze cold, instantly noticing Ji Qingxin lying on the hospital bed.
"You're here," Ji Qingxin said softly, her voice carrying an indecipherable depth.
Qiao An was slightly out of breath, having sprinted all the way here as if in a hundred-meter dash.
Fearful that something bad might happen to her and thus to the child in her womb.
