After many years of marriage, Wang Qing knew all of Qin Xingzhi's little habits—what others knew and even what they didn't.
"Aqing, don't get agitated, don't get agitated!" Qin Xingzhi hurried to calm Wang Qing.
"Take me to see the baby, take me to see the baby!" Wang Qing said excitedly.
"Aqing, don't move. Your wound hasn't healed yet, you can't move around! The baby is fine right now, don't worry. If you really want to see, I'll call Yuhuan right now, he's right there in the neonatology ward!"
To reassure Wang Qing, Qin Xingzhi quickly dialed Qin Yuhuan's number.
Through the video, Wang Qing saw the infant incubator behind a glass window, and distantly saw that fragile little life.
Just watching, Wang Qing didn't know how the little guy was doing right now, only seeing him sleeping soundly.
After a long thought, Wang Qing pleaded again, "Husband, can I please see Mr. Yang?"
