She Hated That B*tch

"Mm." Qiao Mianmian squeezed his hand. "I'll leave it to you."

Mo Yesi smiled. "Aren't you silly? Why are you being so polite to your husband? I'm going in, just wait outside."

"Mm."

Mo Yesi comforted her and walked into the operating room.

The other medical personnel also entered.

A moment later, the door closed.

Qiao Mianmian returned to Old Madam's side.

Old Madam was probably worried too. She held a string of prayer beads in her hand and prayed silently.

Mo Xingshu also looked worried and glanced at the operating theater from time to time.

Qiao Chen was the child left behind by his beloved woman.

The fruit of their love.

He'd lost her. Thus, nothing must happen to their child.

Beside Mo Xingshu, Second Madam also looked up at the operating room. Her face was tense, and her eyes were cold. The hand by her side was clenched tightly.