Nine hours later.
Ding Lan was finally wheeled into the delivery room, ready to give birth.
Song Di was already drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked, biting a white handkerchief in his mouth, with Lu Hechen supporting him beside him.
After all, it's a woman giving birth, and Lu Hechen can't get too close.
Weilan followed along out of concern.
At the entrance of the delivery room, once she saw Song Di like that, she couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Ding Lan is in such pain, and you don't go in to accompany her but instead bite a handkerchief here, what's the point of you?"
Song Di stared at Weilan with wide, aggrieved eyes, without saying a word.
He was afraid that if he spoke, he'd end up shouting.
Lu Hechen supported Song Di with one hand and his wife with the other, saying to Weilan, "This guy's been like this all day, I'm almost worn out."
