The child was lost, Si Mo would be furious, he would hate Yan Xia.
But if Xia Yiwan died, Si Mo would go mad. By then, they probably wouldn't be able to escape Si Mo's investigation.
"I understand," Jiang Mengyao said before hanging up the phone.
At Dijing Tiancheng,
When Xia Yiwan went to the restroom, she suddenly felt her right eyelid twitch violently.
"Left eye for wealth, right eye for calamity?" Xia Yiwan muttered before quickly spitting out in disgust.
What was she thinking about?
There wasn't any disaster—she was fine!
Thinking about it, Xia Yiwan then took out her phone and called Tang Jin.
Tomorrow was Si Mo's birthday. She had previously told Tang Jin in secret that she wanted to throw a birthday party for Si Mo.
She needed to ask how the preparations were going.
Tang Jin answered the phone quickly, "Hello, Wanwan, calling so late, is there something you need?"
"How's everything going?" Xia Yiwan asked.