Mo Chuxi hesitated before speaking.
"Hmm? How are the babies?"
Yan Xinxin looked at him, smiling as she inquired.
Seeing her expectant gaze, Mo Chuxi adjusted his mindset and followed with a gentle smile.
"The doctor said our babies are premature, so they need to stay in the incubator for now."
As he spoke, he clearly saw Yan Xinxin's eyebrows knit slightly.
"Xinxin, don't worry. The doctor said there's nothing wrong with the babies. Many premature infants need a few days in the incubator and they'll be fine."
He quickly reassured her, fearing she might worry.
There was no other choice but to explain it this way.
If Yan Xinxin knew the current situation of their second baby, she might end up in the emergency room again.
After all, heart disease is no joke.
She just went through such a great ordeal, and he didn't want to see her sad again.
"Is that so..."
Yan Xinxin did not suspect anything and just smiled.
Two doctors in white coats and several nurses soon entered.
