"Xiao Mumu --"
Zheng Yan did not expect her to be so emotional and hurriedly chased after her.
"Xiao Mumu, you just had a miscarriage. The Doctor instructed that you must recuperate quietly during this period of time and that you must not have any major mood swings! Young Master Han is just..."
Zheng Yan chased after her to the entrance of the ward next door. When she saw Nian Xiaomu standing at the entrance of the ward in a daze, she suddenly paused before she could finish her sentence.
Following her gaze, she realized that the door of the ward next door was open, but the bed inside was empty.
Yu Yuehan was not around, but there was a middle-aged nurse who was packing her things.
At the same time, she sighed softly and lamented, "It's such a pity that she is so young..."
"..."
Nian Xiaomu's body trembled and she almost could not stand.