It was already midnight, and there might still be many night owls in modern times, but it was not far from morning in ancient times, and it was the quietest time.
By this time everyone was in a bit of a bind, and so was Ye Jiayao, who wanted to sleep but did not dare to sleep. Qiao was still suffering from pain and uncertainty about her's life. How could she go to rest?
She ordered the kitchen to make some food and give everyone a refreshment.
Ye Jiayao went into the delivery room to see Qiao twice and cheer her up. To tell the truth, she didn't dare to go into the delivery room, with a thick blood smell, and Qiao's pale face and profuse sweat, scared her. She shuddered to think that she might one day experience such pain.