C137 Something Went Wrong with the Baby

When they left the hospital, there was a tinge of sadness in their eyes.

Tong Zijia, who was sitting there, thought, after all, this child is my own flesh and blood. If it really is bad, how can I bear to beat her up?

The more Tong Zijia thought about it, the more she was confused. She felt really irritated, so she rubbed her hair in frustration. What should he do?

Standing at the side