From the cell phone came the very polite voice of Chen Yu, the lawyer.
"Good evening, Mrs. Ye."
He Xiyan held her fingers tightly with insoluble worries between her eyebrows.
"Well, here is the thing, lawyer Chen. Are you sure that the court will award the child's custody to me? Is it possible that Mo family would be awarded it?"
The moment He Xiyan opened her mouth, she spoke out the most worrying problem in her heart. Wu Xiaomin texted to tell her that Mo Yixuan and Li Qin had decorated the children's room, as if they were sure to win the custody of Yuanyuan.
At one end of the phone, Chen Yu pursed her lips, a touch of elusive complexity quickly flashing through her eyes. After a while, he answered confidently, "Rest assured, Mrs. Ye, the possibility that the child's custody will be given to you and Mr. Ye is eighty percent."
He Xiyan's heart tightened and her eyes were suddenly opened wide.
"Only eighty percent?"
