As soon as Fang Anning heard the baby crying, she hastily tried to sit up nervously.
But as soon as she moved, she couldn't help but let out a pained moan, frightening He Tingchen, who quickly supported her and said, "Don't move around, does the wound hurt?"
Fang Anning nodded with a pained expression.
However, she quickly said to him, "Don't worry about me for now, go check on the baby."
He Tingchen made sure she was lying comfortably, then went to look at the little one who was crying loudly.
The little one was tightly clenching his tiny fists, seemingly using all his strength to bawl.
Because he was straining so much, his little face had turned bright red.
"Comfort him," Fang Anning, heartbroken by his continuous crying, reminded He Tingchen.
He Tingchen gently patted the baby's little chest, but it was of no use.
"He's still crying," He Tingchen turned back and said to Fang Anning.
