Chapter 111: It Seems the Lady Is Listening to Gossip About Herself

Upon hearing this, their curiosity deepened, even the four men gathered closer, intrigued.

“Is it true? Really? Has Assistant Shen never been there?”

“Yeah, could it be otherwise?”

“That’s strange. Assistant Shen doesn’t go, and neither does the president. Is the president really that low-profile?”

By the time they received the news, the people of Great Liao had already plundered everything in Wang Family Village and vanished without a trace.

Though Andy was in low spirits, his driving remained skillful. Under Fan Shengmei’s guidance, he safely returned to Joy City.

That banquet was of utmost importance—it marked the Pei family’s return to Ran City. Yet she had ruined it all, stealing the spotlight from all the reports about the Pei family.

“That can’t be. She clearly ended things with Xie You last Friday, so hasn’t she been with Yin Junyu since then?”

Xia Qingxiao, lying on a pile of grass, sat up and narrowed her eyes, watching the bandit leader charge at Luo Shihan. Could he really be capable?

Though she never voiced it, Su Mei sensed it clearly. When she spoke those words, her expression showed she had already regarded the Xiao family as part of herself, afraid she could not bear the burden alone. That was why she now obeyed Mu Yingchen’s every arrangement, starting anew from scratch.

They ran like this for over ten minutes until they finally reached the bottom of the cliff. The area wasn’t very large—roughly the size of two basketball courts. Nearby lay a deep lake, steaming with mist. Approaching it sent shivers through the body; the cold was unbearable.

After sending a message, she pretended to look back to count how many people were behind them, but her gaze naturally fell on the young man standing behind Yin Junyu. He bowed his head slightly, staring at his phone, long eyelashes casting a graceful shadow.

The voice, as soothing as spring breezes, made Xiao Zitian’s body tremble—it was Ye Mingfeng. As Mu Yingchen’s assistant, he hadn’t gone to Moscow with him?

Hanyue felt he was overly anxious and wanted to comfort him. Yet whenever she woke unexpectedly in the dead of night and saw him silently watching her and the child in the darkness, she found herself speechless.

If you carry U.S. dollars into a place like this, they’re less useful than a scrap of tissue when it comes to wiping your bottom.

“Hmph, do you still have the right to set terms with me?” Elder Xun’s eyes flashed with murderous intent before cooling into an icy tone.

Xu Nian would probably go abroad in the future. Perhaps grades wouldn’t matter much, but if she could excel, who wouldn’t want their child to perform well?

With the Golden Spirit Herb, Lin Tian no longer needed to improve the soil of the courtyard so frequently.

At the sight of the Demon Lord, a fierce sense of danger blossomed in his heart. Ai Chen swiftly pulled Ai Ran behind him.

Then, the immensely illustrious essence of fistsmanship burst forth from Lu Jianxing. The terrifying pulse of true energy surged through his punch and was fully transmitted into Lu Chen.

However, the Emei dagger in her hand was longer than usual, measuring a full seventy centimeters.

After Lu Chen’s resurrection, he roared fiercely and, with his spiritual power, manifested a divine blade crackling with lightning.

Yet no one noticed that beneath the bride’s red veil, her delicate face was streaked with tears, utterly despairing.

Beneath the mountain ridge at the very center of this underground space, he faintly sensed a terrifying, chilling aura.

“That’s impossible. Yulu is kind and magnanimous; she wouldn’t hold grudges. After all, Fang Yuyan has suffered so much,” He Jiaxian hurriedly defended. Fang Yulu was the only one she considered a genuinely upright and honorable lady from a noble family.

Chen watched calmly as Zhang Yuhuan was beaten so badly. She couldn’t hear Zhang Yuhuan’s garbled words and merely ordered someone to help her return to tend to her wounds.