Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Gift of a Car

But that was just wishful thinking.
Today, he came not only to feed Little Black, but with a more important task in mind: to search for evidence.
Previously, the evidence was in Zhang Yueyue’s room—he only needed to go and look for it. But this time was different.
The fact that Zhang Yueyue could hide it somewhere in the villa and keep it from Meng Jianghai meant the hiding place was truly secret.
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“So... what should we do, President Chu? How should we handle it?” The security guard, without even realizing it, now instinctively turned to Chu Ge in such situations, rather than to Xu Weiyang.
The man stood nearly six foot two; even dressed in a suit, his powerful build was evident from his physique, distinctly different from the typical Chinese frame.
... What couple would choose to take the company ship out to sea for a date, trailed by a group of bothersome employees?
These materials were released on social media. At the same time, the Xu Group issued a statement on its official website, urging people not to follow the example of Wang Qiu from Southern Capital Beer, and not to recklessly damage Xu Group property.
Upon seeing who was fighting, Situ Qingyun was startled, for none of these masters were people the Dragon Squad could afford to provoke.
Thirteen presidents of martial arts associations, seeing Feng Yuxiu—a madman—walking towards them, all spoke up in protest.
“Billson, what do you mean by this?” Su Mingqiang had not expected that, just after receiving funding sent from Yanjing, Billson's people would be nowhere to be found. Upon careful inquiry, he learned Billson had already left Jiangcheng.
A wild wind swept up, and in the blink of an eye, layers upon layers of magical beasts appeared above and below the cave.
But at this point, there was nothing left to protect; if the King of Hell wanted to claim his old life, so be it.
Although he didn’t have money himself for the moment, he knew plenty of wealthy people. Years of working different jobs had allowed Chu Ge to build connections across all walks of life; even Su Li might not have as extensive a network as he did.
Zhou Zhenan’s eyes brimmed with inexplicable tears; this was the first time he had ever cried, and it happened in front of others.
“We’re still missing some herbs—how could that be? How could that be!” Mu Ruxue anxiously rummaged through her spatial ring again and again, unable to gather all the materials needed for alchemy.
She hadn’t had time to ask before, but hearing that now, of course she wanted to press further.
Su Liuying snapped back to herself, only then realizing water had spilled all across the table. She hurriedly wiped it dry with a cloth.
That night, Nangong Xu and the five little ones impatiently pulled the village head into their side room to ask about the banana hut.
The two had met at the wedding, hardly acquaintances, but now, because of the child, they seemed to be growing more familiar.
“Silence!” Sun Ao barked coldly. Even now, his son was still dreaming of the Skyward Manual—he truly had spoiled him.
Yet at this moment, Jian Feiyang seemed utterly oblivious, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the powerful sea clan figures in the distance. He raised his hand, and instantly, countless divine patterns in the air began to shift and change beneath his palm.
At last, two young attendants arrived at the platform, panting, placing food in a basket, tying it with rope, and tossing it down to Fang Yan.
“This soul is a Shining Spirit, it still holds some memories. Unfortunately, it’s been wandering outside for so long, most have scattered into chaos. She only remembers her surname is Zhang, but can’t recall her full name.” The three souls of a person are the Fetal Light, the Shining Spirit, and the Deep Essence; the Shining Spirit governs intelligence, so it’s possible to glean some information from the remnants.
According to the rules of the Great Xia harem, after a concubine is favored by the Emperor, she must pay respects to the Empress the next morning, acknowledging her as the mistress of the household.
I frowned. Damn it, I have to go to the Luo family again? This time, they’re probably wise to me, and it won’t be easy to get in.