Ye Mingmei held up the empty bowl, looking eagerly at Jin Chenye.
Beside her, little Tingye was smacking his lips, also looking at Jin Chenye.
"Oops—"
"When I came over, I was worried you might have smashed this bowl of porridge too. I didn't expect you'd want more. I'll have someone send it over," Jin Chenye teased, taking out his phone and stepping aside to make a call.
On the hospital bed, Ye Mingmei awkwardly brushed her hair back and put down the bowl, embarrassed.
She was very hungry but didn't dare to eat, fearing Su Yiru might have prepared something harmful for the baby. Now that her mind was at ease, she wanted to eat a bit more.
Qin Youxuan was right. She mustn't give up on herself; she had to be strong and take care of the baby.
This was her child, and no one could force her to give it up.
