Do we meet again? Or part ways?

Jiang Qiyun's gaze was condescendingly fixed on her.The woman nodded. "I'm sorry, we didn't expect there to be a pregnant woman in the car—""Get out."He coldly spat out a word, and the woman's express... a letter saying it was done.But the situation now, the box played its part. Mu Wanchen's previous attacks were not in vain, but why did I end up hereIs this Jiang Qiyun's arrangement, or did I make a...