"Yes," Song Cheng wanted to hand the umbrella to Ji Liancheng, who lightly raised his hand to stop him. He immediately understood and went to help Shen Rongrong with the umbrella.
"It's no good, my stomach hurts so much..." Shen Rongrong hadn't expected her stomach to hurt this much, and fear instantly filled every cell of her body, "Save my child, save him..."
Before anything happened, what mattered most to her was her husband. But now that it had come to this moment, she regretted it too. If something happened to her child, what would she do?
Seeing the fresh blood flowing out from beneath her, Shen Rongrong knew better than anyone that her child was probably not going to make it.
At that moment, all the blood in her body turned ice cold, and her body trembled violently.
"Mrs. He, let's hurry to the car!" Song Cheng tried hard but couldn't help her up, so he simply threw away the umbrella and carried her into the car.
