Chapter 95: I’m Responsible for Dealing with He Zheyu (1)

Shang Linjun listened to Mo Qinghan’s words, his lips moving slightly as he paused in silence, but he said nothing and walked out the door.

Afterwards, Mo Qinghan truly could not bear the pungent odor clinging to her body. After showering, she quickly opened her computer and searched for all information regarding Yan Corporation from recent years. By the time she finished, she could no longer recall how many cups of coffee she had brewed to repeatedly jolt her brain from the brink of sleep.

Perhaps she was simply exhausted; as soon as she lay in bed, Mo Qinghan fell asleep in an instant.

The next morning, Mo Qinghan rose early but did not go to the office. Instead, she headed straight to the department store, purchasing several sets of professional suits she liked, shoes, cosmetics, and every accessory—all from luxury brands.

Mo Qinghan looked at the bags she carried.

Tang Li glanced at Gao Changfeng upon hearing the words, noticing his lowered eyes and silence, a sense of unease stirring in his heart.

He assumed someone was once again stirring trouble on the gaming forum, slandering Xiluo, but he figured he would handle it with a vendetta later and settle the score himself.

How could a person deceive themselves? As these words left his lips, tears unknowingly slid down his cheeks.

Unable to remain in the secret realm, Ling Xiaotian could only flee to the mundane world, wearing the guise of “He Jingjing” to avoid the storm.

Wang Shi, in her daze, seemed to glimpse an outcome different from the present; this time, victory was hers.

“Xin’er is in Yanqing City. She said if you have time, you should go see her,” Chen Ziyi said.

After completing her apprenticeship, Li Hongmei declined her mentor’s offer to stay and work at the hospital, choosing instead to join the military. Having studied medicine and coming from a good family background, she easily found her way into the military hospital.

Most importantly, she saw her son apparently obeying every word from Jiang Rui. Over the past few days, whatever Jiang Rui said, Qin Lang never argued and happily set about the tasks, even carrying the footbath into the room at night.

Previously, even Hongqi was helpless in retrieving the bodies, but Zhu Zixing, during her deepest regret, delivered the remains of San San and the others early the next morning.

Ou Yuanlan had brought Lin Qingqing to the Ou family to discuss this matter before, but Old Master Ou had firmly opposed, expressing his objections in harsh terms. Now, even as the topic resurfaced, the attitude of the Ou family likely remained unchanged.

“Damn! Hell, it got inside! A bird returns to the forest, a fish dives into the sea—this is not an easy matter!” I couldn’t help but sigh deeply, venting my frustration.

Qiu’er, eating too hastily, scalded her lips and developed a large blister, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

Just as Han Yuxuan said, she had never visited a casino, so he agreed to take her for a glimpse.

To be fair, San Pangzi donned the chain-link armor, and it fit him perfectly, the size just right.

The Blood Dragon did not evade; Hou San’er’s blade fell precisely, striking the dragon horn growing on the Blood Dragon’s head.

“So you’re saying there’s no certainty?” White Wolf was well aware that when Dragon Thorn wore this expression, he meant to exert authority over others.

The crows and their companions glanced at Tang Luo, afraid to make a move, and could only retreat.

The frightening thing was, he had attracted too much trouble on his own. Back then, aside from the three principal Immortal Lords who acted openly, there were others in the shadows—Immortal Lords and powers from various realms—who stalled the Ye family and others, leading to the tragedy.

Four months earlier, just as Zhao Kuo was preparing to depart Zishan, escorting Lord Chang’an to Qi, his father Zhao She called him over, his face grave.

Meanwhile, Lin Bei had also set up an insect repellent array within a kilometer of the villa, preventing any bugs fond of lively environments from entering the premises.

“I feel we might get along. Would you like to work at my company? I’ll give you the position of Executive Director—though it sounds modest, it carries more authority than General Manager. What do you think?” Zhang Shifei asked.

Fourth Concubine was in such pain she could barely speak, only gasping for breath. Not long after, a large pool of blood appeared on the ground.

Ha, there must be some mistake. I must have misheard, or perhaps you spoke wrong—or maybe neither of us is mistaken, but your mind is.