Qin Huan looked at Huo Jinnan’s expression, "I’m serious about what I’m telling you."

Huo Jinnan’s voice was gentle, "Mm, I’m listening seriously too."

Qin Huan was about to speak when suddenly she felt chest pain and frowned.

Huo Jinnan looked at Qin Huan with a worried frown, "What’s wrong?"

Qin Huan, "It seems like there’s a blockage."

Blockage?

Huo Jinnan took his phone to look it up, realizing it was because she hadn’t been nursing the child these days and her breasts were engorged.

Blockages can be quite uncomfortable.

Qin Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, "Does this room have surveillance cameras?"

Huo Jinnan didn’t speak, lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, his gaze swept around the room and suddenly paused, his long fingers pinching the cigarette moved closer.

The cigarette touched the surveillance camera, remained there for a few minutes, then moved away, turning to Qin Huan, "It’s solved."

Qin Huan sat there, relieving herself.

Huo Jinnan stood by, smoking, watching through the smoke, his gaze gradually darkening, "Once we’re out, I’ll find a Lactation Consultant to help you."

Qin Huan responded with an "Mm."

He picked up the phone, called Ye Bai but no one answered, so he called Shen Mubai, asking in a steady voice, "If engorgement and blockage aren’t handled properly, what potential issues could arise?"

Shen Mubai, "If breast milk isn’t expelled and the blockage relieved timely, it might develop into mastitis—"

"Understood."

Huo Jinnan hung up the phone, put it in his suit pocket, looked at Qin Huan, "Sit there."

Qin Huan looked up at Huo Jinnan.

Huo Jinnan walked over, took off his suit, tossed it aside, squatted down, helping her.

Qin Huan stiffened briefly, stared in amazement, looking down at Huo Jinnan.

Huo Jinnan grabbed a cup from beside, placed it on the side.

Qin Huan’s face flushed, looked at him, suddenly feeling a bit sad.

Never thought something like this would happen, accused of being a murderer by Huo Jinyun.

Good thing he was here.

After a while, the cup beside was full, Huo Jinnan looked up at Qin Huan, "Does it still hurt?"

Qin Huan, "Seems like it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Huo Jinnan, "Mm, hang in there, let professionals help when we get back."

Qin Huan responded with an "Oh," apart from nodding, unsure what to do with a tight throat.

Huo Jinnan stood up, glanced at his watch, "Sit there, we’ll be ready to go home soon."

Qin Huan didn’t speak, looked at him.

Huo Jinnan was about to call Qin Shaojin when his phone rang, seeing it was Qin Shaonan, his frown relaxed slightly.