Qu Gaoyang thought his plan was ingenious, believing Mo Yinhe had no chance to turn the tables. In the end, he assumed Mo Yinhe would have to obediently hand over Xiaobai. Little did he know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Si Mingjing had long since taken complete control of the initiative. She had been holding back because the timing hadn't been right. Now was the perfect opportunity for a decisive counterattack.
After making a phone call, Si Mingjing calmly waited in the small building.
At this moment, the butler's urgent voice came from outside the door. "Miss Si, Miss Si, the Old Madam is ill! Please come over quickly to take a look."
"The Old Madam is ill? Alright, I'm coming right away." Si Mingjing picked up her medical kit and hurried over.
The Ye Family matriarch lay on the living room sofa, her complexion ashen. Seeing Si Mingjing, the Ye patriarch seemed to behold a savior, eagerly beckoning, "Child, come quickly."
