Qiao An couldn't help but laugh when she caught Mu Jingxi's disdainful expression.
"Isn't Song Yunchi your childhood friend? He's calling for help late at night. Are you really not considering answering?"
Lately, Song Yunchi had been calling Mu Jingxi quite frequently.
It was hard for her not to notice.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he's the one about to give birth!
Mu Jingxi put down his chopsticks and helplessly rubbed his forehead, "What is it this time?"
"Jingxi, why'd you hang up on me?" Song Yunchi's complaining voice came through, and before he could respond, the anxious voice continued, "Has Qiao Xiao'an tried epidural? How was it, does it hurt? How much does it hurt? Can you have her explain the process in detail so that I can be mentally prepared too?"
A rapid-fire series of questions, leaving no room for him to answer.
Mu Jingxi was extremely helpless, "Which one do you want me to answer first?"
