About a week later, Li Qiao still experienced pregnancy sickness.
It wasn't severe, but it made Shang Yu particularly anxious.
At this moment, it's one in the afternoon.
Li Qiao sat in the hanging chair with a calm expression, one leg dangling and swinging.
Jin Rong bent over, holding fruit juice in one hand and warm water in the other, "Qi Qi, which one do you want?"
"Juice, please."
The old father directly pushed the warm water into her hand, "You just threw up, drink some hot water first to warm your stomach."
Li Qiao gave him a glance and silently took the cup, sipping two mouthfuls.
Meanwhile, Shang Yu sat across from her, tense faced and silent, watching her intently.
After Jin Rong left, Li Qiao reached out and poked the man's shoulder, "I'm alright."
Shang Yu's chiseled features were covered with a thin layer of frost, "Qiaoqiao, we agreed..."
