Next morning, dawn.
While having breakfast, Lin Hongzhuang said, "Bingbing, don't forget you have a prenatal check-up at the hospital today."
"Mm." Xia Yanbing lightly responded.
Even though Xia Yanbing's voice was soft, Lin Hongzhuang still noticed something was off: "Bingbing, why is your voice hoarse?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. Maybe I caught a bit of a cold, but it's nothing serious." Xia Yanbing hung her head, her face blushing to the point it could drip water, and even her fair, slender neck was tinged with an enticing pink color.
Lin Hongzhuang glared at Qin Yi: "How do you take care of Bingbing? Don't you know pregnant women can't take medicine if they catch a cold? They have to tough it out."
Qin Yi lowered his head and said nothing.
Yun Mengyao suspiciously asked, "Xiaobing is in the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, can she even catch a cold?"
