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Cheng Anya was sweating with pain. Li Yun finally realized something was wrong. She threw away the bags on her hands and held her. Looking worried, she asked, "What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt? Anya, don't scare me…"

"Pain… Xiaoyun, it hurts…" Miss Cheng was in so much pain that she knelt on the cold ground and supported her body with her hands. Her veins popped out…

Li Yun panicked. She knew how tough Cheng Anya was. She didn't even utter a word from the pain of childbirth when she gave birth to Ning Ning. The doctors in the delivery room thought that she was unconscious. Hence, the pain she was experiencing now was certainly beyond her imagination. She picked up all the bags, rushed into the store, threw everything on the counter, and hurriedly pulled out 300 yuan, giving it to the cashier. "Help me watch over them for a while."