Xu Wenwan jumped in fright.
"You... you're not having a miscarriage, are you?!"
'No, that can't be right!'
'In the novel I wrote, Yu Fangfang didn't have a miscarriage. She was supposed to give birth to a son.'
Yu Fangfang spoke through the pain, "Wen Wan, help me get... get someone."
Xu Wenwan didn't dare touch Yu Fangfang and was about to run outside for help when, as luck would have it, her second brother returned.
He saw the delicate and beautiful Xu Wenwan, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face. He was just about to speak when he noticed the blood on his wife's pants.
This wasn't his first time becoming a father; he knew exactly what was happening.
He immediately rushed over and supported his wife. "Honey, what's wrong?"
The man looked up, his heart aching at the sight of Yu Fangfang's face drenched in cold sweat. He scooped her into his arms and headed into the room on the right.
