Xia Yueqing raised her head, her eyes already slightly red.
She was most afraid of Qibao falling ill, would rather be sick herself than let Qibao get sick, but now Qibao was vomiting without warning, scaring her terribly.
"Qibao's throwing up, I don't know what's wrong with her. Yiting, quickly go start the car, let's take Qibao to the hospital," Xia Yueqing said hastily with a hoarse voice.
Pei Yiting looked at their daughter in her arms, her face was pale from vomiting.
Especially since she was feeling uncomfortable, her eyes were even redder, the expression made one's heart ache.
Pei Yiting immediately picked Qibao up and nodded, "Alright, I'll go start the car now, you don't come, wait at home for news."
But Xia Yueqing disagreed, "No, I can't be at ease, I want to go too."
Her Qibao was sick, how could she sit still?
"Listen to me, don't you trust me? Besides, your leg can't handle the hustle," Pei Yiting didn't relent, his tone becoming firmer.
