Lu Yinfeng quickly hung up the phone, fearing that her involuntary moans of pain might give Mo Nanze any clue.
After enduring hours of agony, it finally ended.
Lu Yinfeng's face was as pale as paper.
After getting the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Lu Yinfeng returned home.
She was barely hanging on by a thread.
Lacking the strength to make it back to her bedroom, she simply collapsed on the sofa.
Mo Nanze had asked Auntie Zhang to take extra care of Lu Yinfeng, so at this time, Auntie Zhang had not yet finished her work.
Seeing Lu Yinfeng's frail condition, she immediately approached with concern.
"Yinfeng, what's wrong with you? You were fine this morning when you left..."
After all, with her extensive experience, Auntie Zhang noticed Lu Yinfeng's pallid face and her hand clutching her stomach, and she immediately suspected that it had been a long time since Lu Yinfeng's last menstrual period...
She was right.
"Yinfeng, could it be... that you've had a miscarriage?"