You may scold me if you wish.

She kept waiting for Jiang Zeyu to hang up the phone, not quite understanding why he suddenly praised her out of the blue.

“Let me venture a guess—could it be that Jiang Zeyu praised her because Qu Wan was keeping her distance from Gu Siyuan?”

“Wasn’t it because she managed to open a wine bottle?”

“Qu Wan, during her livestream, watched Jiang Zeyu via a WeChat call.”

“Let’s discuss just how much Jiang Zeyu dotes on Qu Wan.”

“I can tell—they’re absolutely in love.”

“Earlier, people accused them of faking it for publicity, but Jiang Zeyu doesn’t even have time to check his phone. Isn’t this a slap in the face? He went on record himself to admit it.”

“I respect Jiang Zeyu more than anyone. He said he’d go public, and he did, no secrets, no hesitation, and he protects his wife so openly. A man like this—”

As the saying goes, fate is an enigmatic force. Even with extraordinary talent, if destiny does not favor you, all your gifts are for naught.

Hearing Zhuge Tong speak of Li Tianyi, Bai Sicong’s eyes filled with genuine respect. He admired Li Tianyi from the bottom of his heart.

“Please calm your anger, Princess Feng. I am merely following orders. If I have offended you in any way, I beg your forgiveness,” Xu Mao said with a bow.

He fumbled desperately at the right hem of his trousers, finally producing what appeared to be a slip of paper.

Xiao Long was still in a daze, while Xiang’er, unconcerned, continued her monologue.

Suddenly, she turned to Yi Feng with a gentle smile, her hands forming a mysterious seal. Her cheeks flushed as she rose on tiptoe and kissed Yi Feng on the lips.

Zhao Yafang also began to laugh. Whatever the reason for Li Zhi’s transformation—whether he had always been this formidable, or only recently become so—it didn’t matter. What mattered was that this man now possessed so many dazzling qualities, it was impossible not to be drawn to him.

Deng Jianghai’s face grew darker and darker. The trouble in the barren hills had already angered him enough, and now yet another incident had occurred.

Kao Shan Ridge was unusually quiet. The usual bustle was gone; the troops’ morning drills had ceased, and even the hidden sentries and guards had vanished without a trace.

“Here it is,” said Ye Batian. As he spoke, a red light flashed in his hand, and a delicate jade box appeared out of thin air on the sandalwood table.

The body of Shan Hong rolled to the other side, where nothing blocked his way. He quickly darted out the main gate to escape.

“I know Dan Xiyu—going in should be no problem,” Wen Qiyan insisted as he followed closely behind.

This so-called high ground was actually the back of an aquatic creature, and at this moment, Qiu Xiaotang was sitting atop its spine. Though she had fallen, she clung stubbornly to its back, managing not to tumble into the water.

As I ate, I overheard people at the next table talking about me and Gao Lan. Looking up, I saw it was Lin Jiahao, the class bully.

But today, Haocheng had been stationed behind the door all day. When the door opened just a crack and the food had yet to be delivered, Haocheng seized the chance, flinging the door wide. His mother, caught off guard outside, let him slip past her and make his escape.

The moment Night Breeze sensed the faint surge of Ye Batian’s true energy, his heart skipped a beat. Instantly alert, his long hair stirred though there was no wind, and his inner energy surged wildly, encircling his body like a luminous green armor.

Wang Bing froze, about to speak, when a commotion erupted behind him. He turned to look and saw three men entering the bar, the leader a young man in his twenties. Recognizing the young man, Wang Bing quickly turned away, bowing his head and not daring to look again.

“Thank you, Grandfather.” Qi Jue hurriedly expressed his gratitude. With this token from his grandfather, he could travel freely across the territory of Galalong. Compared to his magician’s guild ID, the Prince Qi’s token was far more useful within the kingdom.

“What if there’s more than one Soul Pellet?” Unconsciously, a trace of murderous intent flickered in Night Frost’s heart. He had even begun to circulate his inner energy, concentrating his true essence, nearly ready to strike Night Breeze dead on the spot and seize the treasure.

Two burly men charged forward, shouting at Achilles, “Enemy general, prepare to die! Watch as Wu Tianxi and Xiong Kuohai show you their might!” Weapons in hand, the pair swung for Achilles’ head.