Jian Xi, in her urgency, collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Ouch!"
Si Yuhuan steadied himself and, without any hesitation, came over to pick her up.
"What's wrong?" There was no hiding the concern in his voice.
Jian Xi clutched her lower abdomen, a picture of misery.
"My postnatal recovery wasn't handled well, and my lower abdomen hurts."
Si Yuhuan glanced upstairs for a moment, then turned, still carrying Jian Xi. "I'll take her to the hospital for a check-up."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Father Jian, frightened out of his wits, agreed without hesitation.
A flicker of suspicion passed through Si Yuhuan's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.
In the car, Jian Xi kept moaning, stealing glances at Si Yuhuan's reactions from the corner of her eye.
Her mother had been too careless; thankfully, she'd had a moment of inspiration.
"Does it really hurt that much?" Si Yuhuan thought she was in too much pain to speak.
Jian Xi nodded. "It's not as painful as before."
