It did not matter to her, but Sis Zhuo was pregnant. It was bad for her to starve.
Zhuo Qianyun said, "I was too nervous to feel hungry myself. But fortunately, Lianyi and the baby are safe now."
"Yes, they're safe now," Ling Yiran said with relief.
The four of them arrived at a restaurant near the hospital. Ling Yiran and Zhuo Qianyun ordered while Yi Jinli said a few words. Only Ye Wenming was silent from the beginning, and the expression on his face was icy.
When Ling Yiran and Zhuo Qianyun went to the bathroom after ordering the food, Ling Yiran asked, "What's the matter? Did you quarrel with Ye Wenming?"
"No."
"Why does Ye Wenming's expression look so grim? He looks like it's the end of the world," said Ling Yiran.
"He's always serious. Just ignore him," said Zhuo Qianyun.
Yi Jinli and Ye Wenming were also chatting in the private room.
"What's the matter? Are you worried about Zhuo Qianyun after seeing Qin Lianyi's difficult labor?" asked Yi Jinli.
Ye Wenming's expression changed slightly. The person in front of him had sharp eyes. It was as if he could see right through people. "Bai Tingxin was probably well-prepared, but something like this still happened. If it hadn't been for that little boy, would there have been two deaths today?"
"Yeah, it's all thanks to that little boy. That's why money isn't everything sometimes. Women walk into the jaws of death when they deliver a baby," said Yi Jinli.
Therefore, he went straight to the hospital and got a vasectomy after Yiran returned to him.
Even though doctors said the chances of Yiran conceiving again were slim, he did not want to bet on that one-in-a-million chance.
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