With suppressed anger, she pulled out her phone, placed it to her ear, her expression remarkably resolute.
The dial tone had barely rung twice when the call was swiftly answered. From the other end came Yang Cuizhu's excited voice: "Xiao Qing, is that you? Are you calling me of your own accord today? Does that mean you've changed your mind and decided to come to my birthday banquet?"
There were only three days left until Yang Cuizhu's 50th birthday banquet.
The Mo Family had already been bustling these past few days.
But the thing Yang Cuizhu longed for the most in her heart was the appearance of her biological daughter.
Mu Wanqing had completely forgotten about the event. When reminded, she remembered but said without hesitation, "I won't be attending; I don't have the time."
If the Mo Family really wanted to take her life, wouldn't attending the banquet be tantamount to courting death?
"..." Yang Cuizhu fell silent all of a sudden.