Su Li's face turned a shade of white suddenly, and she felt a warm wetness below.
She reached out to him, panting slightly, "Quick, quick... "
Even Chengfeng, who was usually oblivious, could tell something was off, "What's wrong with you?"
Su Li grabbed his hand, her brow furrowed tightly, her face a mask of pain, "Hurry, take me to the hospital."
Hearing her say this, Wei Chengfeng's heart lurched, and without asking further, he hurriedly picked her up and ran outside.
He placed Su Li in the back seat of the car so she could lie as comfortably as possible, then drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.
But Su Li clung tightly to her own clothes, wishing the car could go faster and faster, also hoping that nothing would happen to the child in her stomach—if really...
No, she didn't dare to think that if she really lost this child, she truly didn't know how she would cope.
Nothing will happen, nothing will happen.
This was her child, how could anything happen?
