"It was that old professor, I trust his medical skills, he will definitely be able to save Yiyi's baby in her womb," Qu Qingge said with full confidence.
Xia Weiyi didn't doubt Qu Qingge's words at all, her eyes slowly became calm and gentle, but she was concerned about Yaya's situation and asked curiously, "Sister Qingge, how come Yaya was almost unable to be saved at that time?"
Qu Qingge's face froze, and she couldn't help but recall that scene from many years ago. She turned her head to look at Wen Qiyang, her eyes becoming somewhat resentful, as if she was about to cry.
Wen Qiyang knew his wife was about to bring up past grievances again, but remembering it was almost his fault that his daughter couldn't have been born, his heart ached, and he wrapped his arms around Qu Qingge's waist, lowering his head to kiss her hairline.
Seeing Wen Qiyang's guilt, Qu Qingge felt a little better, pouted at Wen Qiyang, and naturally changed the subject.
