When Qiao Xia woke up, it was already four days later. Her body was weak, and her heart was completely preoccupied with her son. There was no one in the hospital room, making Qiao Xia anxious. Where's the child? Where's her child? The last thing she remembered, she couldn't recall if the child was fully delivered before she fell into a coma.
Child…
Mu Liang was discussing something with a doctor at the door. Upon hearing the noise, he hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. Qiao Xia saw hope and looked at him eagerly, "Ah Liang, where is our son? Did I give birth to a son? Where is he?"
"Elizabeth took him to eat something. He's very healthy." Mu Liang sat next to her and gently pressed on her shoulder, "Lie down and rest. Don't get too excited; you need more rest."
Qiao Xia couldn't wait to see her son, ignoring Mu Liang beside her.
"Who does he resemble?"
"He looks like you."
