140 Practice makes perfect.

At night, Qu Wan lay exhausted on her pillow. Jiang Zeyu had just finished helping her bathe and was now dressing her in pajamas.

"Are you full this time?" Jiang Zeyu asked with a sudden smile.

Qu Wan dared not say anything else, only replying, "Full, I'm completely stuffed."

Jiang Zeyu climbed onto the bed and scooped her into his arms. "Tell me when you're hungry in the future. How could I let our Wanwan go hungry, right?"

Qu Wan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

Leaning against his chest, Qu Wan toyed with one of his hands. "Are you going to take that role?"

"I'm not sure. I looked at the character; the script has quite a lot of scenes for it, but the character is really quite villainous."

Clearly, Zhou Yuyao suspected Ding Zhining, but instead of saying it directly, she resorted to veiled accusations.

In this mountain-enclosed region, even in the sweltering heat of July, it never grew too hot, remaining perpetually cool. Yet, at this moment, he was actually sweating.

In an instant, the price had been driven up to one billion white crystals, doubling in value in a heartbeat.

Du Zhiwu said no more, his brows tightly knitted and his eyes unfocused—this was his state of deep thought. He was contemplating his next move.

However, seeing Hu Chaoyang still intent on trading with Qin Jing, Chen Hua felt a vague sense of unease. He stayed behind to watch from a distance, thinking to himself: I know Qin Jing's financial situation better than anyone; he couldn't even scrape together 100,000.

Just like Yang Jiang, who could have walked away freely with all that wealth, yet chose to gamble it all to the end.

As she spoke, she took notes. Seeing Qiqi lost in a daze, she thought it might be good to take Qiqi to an art supply store to change the scenery and relax.

Shen Jie used a scalpel to slice open Wang Jia's chest without the slightest hesitation, extracting his internal organs and handing them to Muluo.

The reason she had proposed this rule of clear rewards and punishments to Li Guohao was that she knew her son’s abilities far surpassed those of the good-for-nothing Li Chen.

Du Zhiwu remained silent, but his face wore a strange expression, and his mood was clearly unsettled.

Of course, this sense of affection washed away much of her earlier unease, and she no longer felt quite as strange as before.

I was shoved by Li Zhuo, but before I could even react, the butch girl immediately rushed to the front and bit down hard on the hand Li Zhuo had used to push me.

Back in the country, Shu Ming had finished her piano lesson for the day. Locking the door, she walked home when a man in a trench coat passed by and said, "The wind blows, the flowers wither, and the story is yet unfinished." "The old friend from Yangguan must still be there," Shu Ming replied.

"How many people must he have killed to possess such a terrifying presence?" the person in charge thought to himself.

Guan Ying finally smiled. "Thanks, Wang Shuo! I'm leaving now!" With that, she grabbed her bag and happily headed downstairs.

Guo Genfeng laughed. "A prisoner at our mercy, yet still so bold. If I, your brother, didn't admire that, I would truly be like a turtledove in June, ignorant of the changing seasons!" Wu Cheng cursed again. Guo Genfeng ordered the four to be led away and told everyone else to leave.

Angela knew nothing of the contract. Seeing Su Jun jump onto the back of the chimera and attack, she was truly shocked and anxious.

To the Ba people, who believed in sacred turtles and the supernatural, this was a captivating story, and they held their breath as Ju Sizu spoke.

"Now that he's been caught, let's see what he does." The surrounding crowd showed their deep dissatisfaction with Ye Zhen, not remaining idle as they chattered and pointed fingers of blame at him.

"Felicia?" Su Jun was quite surprised by her appearance; she hadn't shown up for a while.

"Though the aura is similar, you are not the God of Thunder. The God of Thunder's pet is not a Crimson Beast, but a Heavenly Thunder Lion!" Only then did Tie Muyun realize that this golden man had no thoughts of its own and could not see the God of Thunder's hammer attached to his mind; it could only rely on the system's memory to make judgments.

The veneer of hypocritical kindness had completely vanished, replaced by a mask that he wasn't even sure was his own.

"Boss, do you mean you're willing to help me?" the fourth brother asked, overjoyed after hearing Chu Feng's words.