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So much had happened, she had no appetite at all.
She couldn't eat anything.
"If you don't eat, Little Nuomi still needs to, right?"
Qiao An looked at Little Nuomi, and Little Nuomi touched her little belly, "Mommy, I'm hungry..."
......
When Ji Qingxin woke up, she found herself in a hospital ward, alone.
The acrid smell of disinfectant was nauseating.
She raised her hand, intending to press the nurse's call button, but her arm was too weak; it fell back down.
There was a dispute outside the door; she listened carefully—it was Chen Min's voice, arguing with the security guards.
After a while, she burst through the door.
Seeing Ji Qingxin, Chen Min's eyes moistened, "Qingxin, you've finally woken up!"
"Mom, where's the child?" Ji Qingxin asked, unnervingly calm. Since she dared to do this, she had planned all her moves.
Now, she just wanted to know where that child had gone.
