Song Youman was amused by Xia Wan'an, which significantly lightened her displeasure.
Outside, those people didn't know what Xia Wan'an and Song Youman were discussing; they continued to spout nonsense loudly.
"By the way, when's that woman arriving? When exactly is she going to act on that pregnant woman inside?"
"Is an intervention even necessary? When I brought her here, her water had already broken. If no one delivers the baby anytime soon, who knows, the child might suffocate in the womb before it even comes out."
"It would be easy to prevent that pregnant woman from giving birth, right? Those two women are obviously close. Just drag the other one out and in front of her, hehehe..."
The disgusting laughter hadn't stopped when Song Youman, leaning against Xia Wan'an, let out a muffled groan of pain.
Xia Wan'an, alarmed by the change in Song Youman's voice, hurriedly moved closer to her face. "Youman, what's wrong? Youman?"
