A woman and I were both trying to hail a taxi by the roadside.
She held a baby less than a year old in her arms. The child's face was flushed, and its breathing was labored.
I held my son's hand with one hand and clutched my huge belly with the other. A heavy, aching pain weighed down my abdomen.
Wang Zhizhao pulled up in his taxi right in front of me.
"Honey, my stomach really hurts..."
Before I could finish, I saw him hurry anxiously toward the woman beside me. He didn't spare me even a glance.
"Rongrong, don't worry. I'll get you to the hospital right away."
Only then did he turn back and give me a cold look.
"Hold on and don't give birth yet, or call another taxi yourself."
