Zhu Ping’an led Mao Haifeng into the command tent, seating him as a guest before personally pouring a cup of tea for him.
“Thank you, Lord Zhu,” Mao Haifeng said, holding the rippling teacup, feeling valued once more and growing fonder of Zhu Ping’an.
“No need for such formalities after so many meetings, we’re practically old friends now, and I won’t hold back when I need your help in the future,” Zhu Ping’an teased with a chuckle.
“Lord Zhu, you don’t need to be so polite with me,” Mao Haifeng began.
“For me, anything goes, I’ll just wear this suit,” Ou Lan said, casually picking a neutral suit set.
Some matters were too private to ask about, yet their curiosity burned, so they exchanged glances, silently debating who should speak first.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he might’ve thought some patient had escaped from the hospital’s psychiatric ward.
By the ring, those who had been arrogant earlier were now, after witnessing Chen Zhe’s strength, discussing what to do once Wu Jingping lost.
“…” Seeing his earnest, guilt-ridden expression only fueled her anger, making her want to throttle him even more.
Not far off, on the green lawn, Lu Ran was pushing her father, Lu Liangshan, her eyes smiling as she peeled an orange and handed it to him.
Lu Nan lowered his hand, adopting an imposing stance as he spoke to Director Zhao with words framed as a request but laced with threat.
If Wang Peng disobeys, I’ll prop up a puppet to take the stage, legitimate and obedient, keeping those people firmly under my control.
Gu Xi returned to her room, freshened up, and checked the time, it was past ten, yet Pei Muchuan still hadn’t come upstairs.
Her heart couldn’t help but reel in shock, her prized fighting skills were so utterly fragile before Ling Tianfang.
When it was Gu Shuixiu’s turn, nearly an hour had passed, and though she tried to leave several times, Dong Chenghu held her back.
“It was him, but not entirely him,” Yu Moqing said, indeed, besides him, there was Xing Tianyao, the mastermind behind it all.
Shelley’s nose stung, her eyes welled up, she bit her tongue to keep from crying, forcing the tears back, denying Meng Yuanyi’s kindness now would be too ungrateful, like trampling his goodwill.
Ye Shaohua could sense Wu Jiarong’s deep dislike for her, his icy gaze treating her like a corpse, tinged with disgust and a hint of disdain.
At that moment, I finally admitted I’d made two mistakes during the security check: first, not telling the guards to bar the pale-faced guy, second, not stripping them down for a full inspection, only checking for weapons and ammo.
The words stunned the room, others wished they’d gone deaf, Xu’s face paled, she’d only spoken out of frustration at Dong Qinyan’s disrespect, aiming to jab her, but hadn’t expected Dong Qinyan to give no face at all.
Zhao Yuyang hurriedly unlocked my handcuffs himself, gently rubbing my wrists, which made me feel nauseous.
Their car lost control, crashed into the guardrail, and rolled to the river’s edge, both their phones were unusable.
The hospital they took Song Chuyi to was the one where Shelley had stayed, the doctors, knowing Song Chuyi was Shelley’s friend, would do their utmost for that reason alone.
The newly formed, power-monopolizing Indian company hoped to reach terms with Chen Jian that both sides could accept.
Tao Song lifted the wine jug, pouring for Ran Min, then himself, set it down, raised his cup in a toast to Ran Min, and drank.
Chen Mingzhe said nothing, slipped inside after opening the door, felt around, shook his head, signaling something was wrong.
Outside Daxing Hall, Crown Prince Yang Yong, wearing a wanderer’s cap and crimson gauze robe, represented Yang Jian to personally welcome Shetu into Daxing Hall for an audience with the Sui Emperor.
