This time, Shen Chi was no longer insistent, regardless of whether the outcome was good or bad, Xu Chaomu had to know.
"Let's go." Shen Chi casually draped a coat over her and took her hand to head to the garage.
In less than ten minutes, Shen Chi drove Xu Chaomu to the hospital.
It was night, quiet all around, their footsteps sounded particularly urgent.
"Chaomu, listen to me, no matter what the outcome is after the surgery, you must not get too agitated, understand?" Shen Chi solemnly looked at her.
Xu Chaomu nodded repeatedly: "I know."
She was led by one hand by Shen Chi, the other hand resting on her lower abdomen.
Her stomach was already somewhat protruding, but it was not very noticeable with a coat on.
The door to the operating room was tightly closed; when Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu arrived, Lu Feili was already waiting at the door.
"President Shen, Chaomu." She greeted them, her mood was not very good, and her complexion looked pale.
