A woman and I hailed a taxi on the side of the road at the same time.
In her arms she held the child, who was less than one year old, with a red face and short breathing.
I held my son with one hand and covered my big belly with the other, feeling a heavy pain in my stomach.
Wang Zhizhao drove a taxi and stopped in front of me.
"Husband, my stomach hurts..."
Before he finished speaking, I saw him running towards the woman next to him anxiously, without even looking at me for a second.
"Don't worry Rongrong, I will take you to the hospital right away."
Then he turned back and looked at me coldly.
"You can bear it and say goodbye, or you can call a taxi yourself."
