Amidst the uproar, a sudden scream pierced through.
"Xiaomei, Xiaomei, what's wrong with you!"
Zhang Qianhai rushed inside and saw his son kneeling by the bedside, drenched in sweat.
"Dad, Xiaomei's stomach is hurting more and more, I'm worried about this child..."
Xiaomei lay on the bed, her face pale, and her head covered in sweat.
She looked as if she had just been pulled out from water.
"Xingjie, it hurts, I feel terrible."
Zhang Xingjie, usually a robust man, was now crying in distress.
"I'll take you to the hospital right now, hold on."
"I'm scared, very scared..."
The noise outside grew louder and louder, Zhang Xingjie's heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Xiaomei was timid, easily frightened by the slightest disturbance.
He Zhenzhen's commotion was practically taking her life.
Not to mention, Xiaomei's body was already weakened by pregnancy, and she couldn't withstand much.
