At this moment, a man pushed through the crowd and came to Fan Jiayao. He looked at the blood under her with pain in his eyes.
"Hurry up and take her to the doctor. Perhaps the child can still be saved."
"Yes, she just fell. Hurry up. Don't just stand there."
Fan Jiayao gripped her dress tightly, her forehead covered in sweat. "Husband, it hurts, it hurts…"
The man immediately carried Fan Jiayao and left.
Before Fan Jiayao left, she glanced at Chu Xuhua and Shen Ruyue, and a trace of crazy hatred flashed in her eyes.
Shen Ruyue was worried about Chu Xuhua and did not have time to care about Fan Jiayao for the time being. "Xuhua, wait for me here. I'll go find Qingzhi."
"Don't go. Let Qingzhi spend more time with Jinghong. It won't kill me to bear the pain a little longer." The two of them were having a lovers' time. He didn't want to ruin it.
"Ruyue, can you help me home?"
Shen Ruyue hesitated. "Alright, let's go back first."