C771 On the Verge of Death

Mo Lin quickly lowered his head and stood to the side, "Yes, Second Young Master."

Jin Beiqing snorted coldly and retracted his gaze from Mo Lin. Then, he continued to look at the door of the delivery room.

At 7: 30 in the morning, Jin Beiqing couldn't sit still anymore.

After three hours, there was no sound from the delivery room at all.

"Mo Lin …" Jin Beiqing slowly stood up from his chair