Cold sweat had yet to recede from his forehead. She reached out to feel it, fortunately, it was not hot.
Huo Jingting looked at her swollen eyes, raised his hand, and gently touched her face, "Did it scare you?"
"I'm fine." Gu Nanqiao choked up, shook her head, and asked, "Can this thing be kicked?"
Huo Jingting's handsome profile darkened slightly, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his slightly furrowed brows revealing a hidden turmoil.
Jiang Qian had told him, it couldn't be kicked.
Once you get involved, you have to endure it for a lifetime.
But he couldn't bring himself to say this answer.
Just as he was thinking of changing the subject, his phone on the bedside table rang.
Gu Nanqiao handed it to him, glanced at the screen, and saw that it was Xu Shuo.
Huo Jingting pressed to answer, his voice carrying an unmistakable fatigue, "Is there any news about the child?"
