"You sure about this?" asked Lu Yi, playing with the card in his hand. "Smells like a botched investment to me."
"No," Yan Huan shook her phone. "I'm certain it'll work out. I have always been right about these things, no?"
"Very sure?" Lu Yi gently rubbed her finger joint with his finger. Her fingers were fine. The injury had left some scars, but they were mostly light scars on the inside of her palm.
"Very. You can't make money without taking risks. It's a necessary investment."
Yes, that had always been Yan Huan's intention. The only use she had for all this money was to invest in the airport.
Remembering Yi Ling's bulging tummy, Yan Huan felt a little envious. But she'll keep that to herself. Maybe it's destined for her not to have a child, whether it was in her previous or current life. Otherwise, why would her child die at 6 months?
If so, she won't force things.
