Jiang Xinyu looked at Wei Kaiyun and laughed, "Don't be like this, I'm not even nervous, and you're making me anxious just by looking at you."
"I'm not nervous, really, I'm not. Xinyu, don't be afraid. Let's go in soon."
"Going in to see the doctor is also to let me move more now. It's okay. You just accompany me for a little walk, I know what to do."
Wei Kaiyun stretched out his hand beside her, just like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
He tried several times to hold his wife's hand but didn't know where to put it, just like his wife was a fragile crystal, afraid to touch her.
Jiang Xinyu looked at him like this and really didn't know whether to laugh.
Another ten minutes passed, and Wei Kaiyun saw his wife's forehead was sweating.
"Xinyu, how are you?" He couldn't hold back anymore. He initially planned not to ask, but now he felt his heart was in his throat.
