Rong Qiao felt terribly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of those people.
Suddenly, her face changed and she clutched her stomach, "...Brother Rui, I... my stomach hurts..."
Song Rui's face changed immediately as well, "Your stomach hurts? What should we do? Let's hurry to the hospital..."
Rong Qiao: ...
The shop attendants naturally hoped she would leave; after all, if something happened in their store, they might have to bear some responsibility.
Just then, the store manager hurriedly arrived, having been summoned by a staff member.
After quickly assessing the situation, she immediately advised Song Rui and Rong Qiao, "If a pregnant woman has stomach pain, it's best to go to the hospital quickly."
Rong Qiao already looked as pale as a delicate flower, exacerbated by the irritation she just experienced—how could her complexion be any good?
But it really wasn't feasible for her to just walk away.
"...I'll sit down and rest for a bit..."
