Volume One, Chapter 100: The Tenacious Thirteen Sister's Smile Is Harder to Suppress Than an AK-47!
Su Manyin did not expect Li Ruochu to suddenly take action. She stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
“Su Manyin, your aunt has been putting up with you for a long time. If you like Feng Yizhou, go after him yourself. Why do you have to make things difficult for your aunt? You keep provoking me again and again. Do you really think I’m a pushover?”
Zhang Haitang was utterly amazed when he saw Cheng Huailiang’s prescription. He now fully understood what Cheng Huailiang meant by dialectics. The only thing he couldn't grasp was why malt was included in the prescription.
After a moment, Gu Hanxi released Su Ziyi, who then collapsed into Gu Hanxi’s arms. Her mind went blank, her limbs weak, and she grew much quieter.
Back in the bedroom, Su Mi downloaded an app on her phone. Before leaving the hospital, she had Miaomiao help buy a miniature camera to place in the ward. After so many incidents, she realized she had to be more vigilant.
“That can’t be right. The Wang family’s influence isn’t around here,” Liu Xiaoyun said suspiciously. She remembered that the Wang family’s power lay elsewhere.
Yet on such a night, a group of mysterious men in black gathered secretly in a dark room, discussing something in hushed tones.
Some unknown backup player was chatting flirtatiously on the phone, their sweet, coquettish voice grating on the ears.
“Take this and investigate,” Bei Xun Junting said, snatching the painting from Hua Lili’s hand and handing it to Mo Yun without even a glance.
The precious metals from various banks in Lisi City were stored by the Blue-Clad Army, while worthless Federal currency was repurposed to purchase supplies from the city’s residents and surviving merchants.
Su Mi could no longer bear staying in that house. Using the excuse of visiting her father-in-law in the hospital, she drove there.
While Ji Qing watched Gu Xiaoxiao, he subtly moved the mouse on her computer without making a sound.
That day, they finally arrived at their first destination: one of the shops Huang An had transferred to them.
The person before them didn’t seem easy to handle. It was best to either win him over or keep a safe distance—under no circumstances offend him.
At that moment, Le Xiang had already set her sights on a warm, cute high-tech house that could play lullabies and greet people warmly.
When making ice lanterns, such sounds were inevitable. The others thought Wu Yong had planned this all along, but that was clearly not the case.
Clearly, this wasn’t the time for their group to talk with Wu Yong’s team. It was best to separate for now and wait until their matters were settled before approaching them again, making communication easier.
“From the way the princess looks, she hasn’t slept for days. She should rest more and leave things to Mo Huan and the others,” Duan Aoyang said hoarsely.
Though Xi Ling Qianqiu couldn’t catch every word of the long speech, he understood that Leng Xinghui was praying for the Moon Goddess.
The banquet was nearly over. If she returned now to show her face, it would be about right.
“A Zhi, enough talk. Just beat them up and throw them out!” Mu Yun said grimly, striding forward.
“Forget it, let’s go too,” Xiao Ruo said, hanging up the phone. She hurried downstairs with Xu Anmo. The two returned home, grabbed their luggage, and headed straight for Yanjing Airport. Before boarding, Xu Anmo sent each of them a text message, then switched off his phone and boarded the plane.
Her mother had spoken at length with the old lady. Though the old lady was taciturn, she was truly close to her mother. As they prepared to return to the capital, the old lady was reluctant to part, holding her mother’s hand tightly and chattering nonstop.
After the companion finished speaking, he stood up casually. Holding a tray beneath the pork on the barbecue grill, he caught the dripping fat. When enough pork fat had accumulated in the tray, he dipped a brush into it and repeatedly glazed the pork’s surface.