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Lu Yiyao walked in and sat down beside the bed. He reached out and took Lin Ange's hand, which was free of needles.

His small hand turned slightly cold.

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his palm.

She was asleep, warm air coming out of her nostrils. Breathing shallow.

"Director Lu, the chairman is pregnant."

Ding Pei didn't dare to hide anything as she reported to him