JiMingshao felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have treated QiYian like this. If he had been a little milder just now, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

　　JiMingshao took a look at QiYian. She seemed to be still so uncomfortable. Her delicate face was still twisted into a ball, like a small steamed bun. Her fair forehead was covered with sweat. Seeing QiYian like this, JiMingshao was worried that QiYian would pass out because of pain at any time.

　　Squatting at the door was not a good idea at all. The cold wind was so piercing. Could Ann bear it? Simon wanted to send her to the hospital, but...