"Wah—"
The little guy couldn't calm Ye Mingmei and, seeing her cry, also started to cry sadly.
He hurriedly tried to pat Ye Mingmei's back, choking, "Baby, be good, Auntie don't cry..."
"It's not Tingye's fault, Tingye is very good." Ye Mingmei wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, hugged Tingye, sat up, took a tissue, and tenderly wiped his little face.
"Auntie is fine, Tingye don't cry."
"Is Auntie in pain?" The little guy didn't know what happened but knew that going to the hospital means being sick, and seeing Ye Mingmei cry, always thought it was because she was in pain.
"Seeing Tingye makes it not hurt." Ye Mingmei held the caring little guy in her arms, gently touching his little face.
Looking at Tingye's eyes, as if imagining the little baby in her belly.
Qin Youxuan saw this scene, her heart was slightly moved, and she stepped forward.
