Li Xiaoqiang saw Xia Ke'er's anxious expression and smiled slightly, "It's fine, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to our child."
After hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, Xia Ke'er finally breathed a sigh of relief and gazed at him, "You even rushed back at this time. Thank you."
Li Xiaoqiang reached out and caressed Xia Ke'er's cheek, "Ke'er, don't say such things. You are my wife. If I weren't by your side in such a situation, then I wouldn't be a man."
Upon hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, Xia Ke'er smiled sweetly.
For the following period, Li Xiaoqiang stayed in the hospital, taking care of Xia Ke'er and their son, who had not yet awakened.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
At that moment Li Xiaoqiang was holding a bowl of clear porridge, sitting by Xia Ke'er's hospital bed. Xia Ke'er was also sitting up in bed. He picked up the spoon and said to her, "Wife, open your mouth, let your husband feed you."
