Qiao Xia had rested until the afternoon and then drove to the clinic for a physical examination.
After knowing that the baby was alright, she let out a big sigh of relief. Mu Liang had been too rough last night, and she was really afraid it had affected the child. The doctor, looking at Qiao Xia's complexion, said indifferently, "In the early stages of pregnancy, the first three months are the most unstable, and it is not suitable to engage in some vigorous activities."
Qiao Xia's face turned bright red. With the doctor's extensive experience, they could see through her attempts to hide the truth, which were all in vain.
"This pregnancy of yours is truly miraculous. The child is like a cockroach that just won't die, with a really strong will to live."
Qiao Xia, "..."
