"Xiaodi, why don't you talk? What's the matter?"

Today, Xia Ranran is like a bird with a frightening bow, fearing what happens to the flute.

"It's okay. I'm just a little tired. Don't worry. I'm okay with my baby."

"Has the maternity inspection been done yet? I think it's better to go to the hospital again. Even a private doctor, he doesn't know your condition very well.

What Xia Ranran said was exactly what Mu Chudi was worried about.

"I have an appointment. I'll see it tomorrow."

Don't want Xia Ranran to worry, Mu Chudi didn't hide it.

"I'm going too. I'm going to see my dry baby."

Xia Ranran...