Qin Jiaran shrank in Fu Lingfeng's arms, too afraid to look at her, as if somewhat fearful.
Gu Nanqiao's gaze swept over her abdomen, the irony at the bottom of her eyes seemed ready to spill over, "Besides, the hospital isn't run by your family. If you can come, of course I can too."
Her wrist was still bandaged with white gauze, and upon seeing it, Xia Molan asked with a cool voice, "You're injured?"
It couldn't possibly be because she found out about Jiaran's situation and wanted to threaten Lingfeng with wrist cutting to prevent him from divorcing her, could it?
With this thought, a sense of wariness emerged in Xia Molan's eyes.
Fu Lingfeng also saw the gauze on her wrist and couldn't help feeling tense, "What happened to your hand? Are you hurt?"