Yi Luowa's head buzzed, "I never heard she was pregnant—how is it a miscarriage? Where is she?"
Tong Airui patted her head, "Wife, don't panic yet. I said it might happen, not for sure. You is with her, and they should be on the plane right now. I've arranged for the plane to send her straight to Old Seventh's place. Everything will be fine!"
Yi Luowa broke free from his embrace and staggered out toward the door.
Tong Airui hurried after her, "Slow down, don't trip again."
Outside the door, a large group was gathering—military and police troops were lining up to prepare for dismissal.
Yi Luowa stopped in her tracks when she noticed everyone looking at her.
"Thank you, Lady Luowa, salute!"
At Angelo's command, all the military and police officers raised their right hands.
The sight startled Yi Luowa; she hadn't done much, but this was far too grand! Her mouth twitched slightly, and she returned the salute.
