Zhou Ziqiao had been under observation for two hours before finally being wheeled back to the ward.
Mu Shaoze looked at the pale-faced woman, his eyes suddenly reddening, "Ziqiao, you've worked hard."
In the past two weeks, Mu Shaoze had been lying next to her. He would get tired of lying down and could sit or even bounce around a bit, but Zhou Ziqiao didn't dare to move at all.
It was incredibly uncomfortable.
Zhou Ziqiao hadn't expected Mu Shaoze to cry, "Why are you crying? Although the baby was premature, there were no other complications. The result has exceeded our expectations."
Mu Shaoze held her hand and kissed it near his lips, "I just feel that you've had a really hard time. Let's not have any more children."
Zhou Ziqiao's lips curved slightly, "Let's just go with the flow, but if we do have another, we must ensure the baby is full-term."
Mu Shaoze nodded, "Okay."
"I want to see the baby."
