An Ning finally felt relieved.
But then she thought of something and immediately frowned.
"Your mom over there..."
Just as An Ning finished speaking, the door to the hospital room opened, and a family of three walked in. One of the children quickly ran over to An Ning, holding a Plush Sheep doll she had prepared to give him.
"Sister, you're awake?"
An Ning was a little confused.
Yesterday, when she was pulling Xiaolong, she hadn't seen the child's face. Later, she was sweating from the pain and didn't see clearly who had brought her to the hospital. Now, looking again, Xiaolong's features bore some resemblance to Xiao Zimo's. Lin Qianmeng shared the same temperament as Xiao Zimo, and the man beside them...
An Ning's first thought was that this woman was Xiao Zimo's mother.
She immediately tried to struggle up from the bed, but Lin Qianmeng quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Don't move; your wounds need rest. No need to be agitated, and no need to get up."
