Xia Zhisu finally felt reassured upon hearing these words, with the corners of her lips slightly turning up.
Ling Tian'ao, your child, will definitely survive!
If I really die, whether you find Xiao Lanlan or Yun Kezhi, I will be happy.
She closed her eyes, tears continuously sliding down from the corner of her eyes.
Finally, the cry of a baby pierced through the operating room.
"Young Madam, this is your child, a boy!" Ouyang first showed the child to Xia Zhisu.
Xia Zhisu felt it was very difficult to even open her eyes.
But she had to take a look at their child.
Bloody, it's really hard to make out his appearance.
But his facial features really resembled Ling Tian'ao so much.
Ling Tian'ao said he liked boys!
How wonderful, it really is a boy!
She wanted to raise her hand to touch him, but she really didn't have the strength.
Seeing this, Ouyang, unable to bear it, said, "I'll go call the young master!!"
