"What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao withdrew her hand and touched her belly, seemingly feeling a bit more at ease that way.
She always felt that some danger was approaching, but she couldn't detect where exactly this danger lay.
"Moting, could you investigate Fang Xiaohui, maybe even follow Fang Xiaohui? I want to know what exactly is going on with Fang Xiaohui. I keep feeling that the deaths of those people downstairs today might be related to Fang Xiaohui."
Jiang Xiaoxiao's fingers were ice cold.
Song Moting touched her cheek, adding a hint of blush to it.
"Alright, leave this matter to me. You don't need to worry so much."
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded. Song Moting watched his wife get out of the car.
His gaze gradually turned cold.
He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao had a mysterious ability, so if she said so, there must be some peculiar reason. It seemed that Fang Xiaohui also had something different about her.
