Six hundred fifty-eight, gave birth

"What's the matter? Is it time?" Luo Qianyu asked anxiously.

Yang Muxue held her stomach, nodding in pain, "It should be time... My stomach hurts in waves of downward pain..."

"Hanmo, go call my mother for me," Luo Qianyu said as he scooped up Yang Muxue and hurried toward the room.

"I'll go in and check the situation," Luo Shu told Lu Hanmo, and also followed quickly into the room.

Wang Fei and Yang Mujing glanced at the three Luo Shu who had run into the room, then at Lu Hanmo who had gone to call for help, exchanged looks, and walked to the door. It seemed they could only wait outside.

Luo Qianyu placed Yang Muxue on the bed, crouched beside her, holding her hand. Seeing her in so much pain, covered in cold sweat, his heart filled with pain, "Xiao Xuexue, hang in there a little longer, mommy is coming soon. If it hurts, just squeeze my hand hard." If Shushu hadn't been pregnant, he would have surely let Shushu take on the role of delivering the baby.