She held onto her hip and hissed. The thought of Song Yaoyao made her furious.
"Mom...let's not talk about it for now. I'll help you back to your room to get some rest first."
Song Jingwan concealed her true feelings as she interrupted and stopped her mother from talking.
But the more she acted like this, the more Zhou Manli believed Song Yaoyao was her jinx.
When she thought about her run of bad luck since the previous night and how she almost lost half her life, she endured and swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth. She then went upstairs with Song Jingwan.
At the dining table, Song Rui adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. "Chuan, do you think this has anything to do with Yaoyao?"
He wasn't a superstitious person, but he couldn't stop his wife from being one. Moreover, his elder daughter did indeed have abnormally good luck. It was hard for his firm heart to not be moved a little.