After sending the doctor away, Qiao Qiao said to Su Hongxing, "I should have the surgery as soon as possible."
She didn't want to burden Su Hongxing. While Ye Shiqing hadn't come to bother her, she needed to decisively terminate the pregnancy.
"Can you really let go?" Su Hongxing looked at Qiao Qiao intensely. "She might be a beautiful daughter, as cute as Little Pudding. Or maybe a son, just like my Little Baozi, like a little elf..."
"Stop it. It's just an embryo now, not yet formed, my mind is made up." Qiao Qiao didn't want to hear it, interrupting Su Hongxing's words.
