Sheng Jiayu took the form and went down with her.
The hospital was crowded, and Sheng Jiayu was with Tang Yanqi. As the eldest daughter of the Sheng Family, Sheng Jiayu was born with a silver spoon, theoretically having never taken care of anyone. Yet now, she was protecting Tang Yanqi carefully, not giving anyone the chance to accidentally bump into her.
Crossing the lobby, they walked into the outdoor garden. Tang Yanqi looked up at the sun overhead; the temperature was just right, very comfortable, and not glaring.
In the garden by the inpatient ward, most of the people were elderly who came down for a stroll. Amidst them, Tang Yanqi stood out noticeably, even prompting an old woman in a wheelchair to strike a conversation, speaking with an accent of dialect, "This girl's belly, one look and you know it's a big boy. Due soon, huh?"
The old woman said while placing her aged hand lightly on Tang Yanqi's belly.
