Xiao Moli finally let go of her, opened the car door, got out, and directly reached out to carry An Ziqi out of the car.
"I'm really fine, there's no need to carry me," An Ziqi said helplessly.
Xiao Moli glared at her, "Didn't you want to act? If you're going to act, do it thoroughly."
An Ziqi stuck out her tongue, "Oh, got it."
She immediately closed her eyes, resting her little head on his shoulder, and pretended to look weak.
Her two beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her small face wrinkled with a distressed look.
She appeared pitiful, looking extremely uncomfortable.
With An Ziqi in his arms, Xiao Moli quickly entered the hospital.
Tang Xiaoqi had already called ahead while they were on the road, making sure everything was set in the hospital.
The doctor was waiting at the door, and upon seeing Xiao Moli get out of the car, led them directly to the VIP section.
