Lin Chuxia emerged from the delivery room and saw the worried look on Qin Yang's face.
"Xiaxia, how are you? Are you still in pain? Is there anywhere you don't feel well?"
He held Lin Chuxia's hand, touched her forehead, looked at her deflated belly, and gently caressed her face.
Lin Chuxia, seeing his flustered and helpless expression, smiled to comfort him, "I'm fine, Qin Yang. You're a dad now. Did you see our daughter? She looks a lot like you."
Qin Yang suddenly stiffened, "Daughter?"
Lin Chuxia also realized something, and her smile froze, "Yeah, where's our daughter? The nurse carried her out first, right?"
Qin Yang's face suddenly turned pale, and Lin Chuxia could no longer lie still, "You didn't lose our daughter, did you?"
"No, no, she's here."
Zhuang Yang, who had been watching the couple from the side, observed their reactions.
This silly big guy was so focused on his wife and child that he forgot.
Fortunately, he and the chairman arrived in time.
