Her feet were chaotic, her head was lifted gently, bright and dazzling, full of anxiety, "You hold on, you will be all right."

"Take me to the hospital now, hurry up, or the child will really lose it!" Ao Xue, holding back the pain, grabbed his coat and said.

Yan Mingyao's eyes are not clear. He did not respond. He just hugged her more gently, Snow-proud was scared and desperate. Yan Mingyao did not want to save the child. Maybe he could have prevented her just now, but he chose to look on and borrow her hand to get rid of her child, so she could not complain about him....