"Ziheng, your mom's going into labor!"
Upon learning that Shen Mingzhu's water had broken, Pei Yang immediately went next door to wake up Pei Ziheng, then ran back to his room, quickly changed clothes, and after changing, he tried to help Shen Mingzhu change as well.
"No need, just find me a coat to put on."
"Oh, okay."
Pei Yang was also in a panic, hastily tossing aside the clothes in his hand and picking out a cardigan from the wardrobe for Shen Mingzhu to put on.
Just as she was properly dressed, Pei Ziheng hurried over from next door.
"Mom."
"It's okay."
Seeing her son's pants on backward, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but laugh. Before she could finish laughing, a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen made her gasp in pain.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Wife, what's the matter?"
Father and son spoke almost simultaneously, with identical expressions of tension and concern on their faces.
Shen Mingzhu shook her head, took a deep breath, "It's nothing, I can bear it."