Out of concern for her daughter, Meng Qiuju still steeled herself to speak up and smooth things over.
"Mother, I see that Qianqian has been suffering from severe morning sickness these past few days, should we get a doctor to take a look at her?"
Huang Xiangwen was certainly willing; she had wanted to bring it up with Old Mrs. Huang for a while now, but knowing how stingy the old woman was, she hadn't dared to speak. She didn't expect the usually reticent Meng Qiuju to take the initiative, and only then did she soften her expression toward Erya.
You back-talking wretch, at least you have a mother who knows her place.
Old Mrs. Huang was in a dilemma.
Seeing a doctor would cost money, and it was normal for women to be pregnant. Which woman in the village ever called for a doctor when they were pregnant? They only called for a midwife when it was time to give birth. Some families, too poor to afford it, would just leave the pregnant woman on the bed to give birth by herself.