Volume 1, Chapter 55: Look at You, Turning into a Little Demon, Are We?

Sun Erqiang slowly stood up, walked over to Lin Xiao, lowered his head slightly, and said sincerely, "I keep my word. From now on, I will take your lead."

I hadn't expected that my relationship with Ye Xing would cause her such a massive shock. At that exact moment, I truly experienced what it meant to be at a complete loss.

Zhao Shiqian seemed satisfied with Li Hai's such "upright" attitude. She poured herself another glass of red wine and took a sip—this time without gulping it all down at once, which showed that the anger in her stomach had mostly dissipated, thanks to her recent outburst and Li Hai's proper, receptive attitude.

Although the fruits in the imperial gardens were meant more for appreciation than for eating, they still looked exceptionally tempting. Consort Wanyun had some red dates picked, washed in clean water, and sent over to the Chengrui Pavilion upfront, saying they would be just right to taste while resting there.

"Yes, Your Ladyship, please rest assured. Wanru understands, and I will certainly serve Your Ladyship through fire and water without hesitation." Wanru raised her head to pledge her loyalty.

While I was sizing up Xie Fangzhi, she was also quietly observing me, her gaze carrying a profound meaning.

The attentiveness of last night was like sand scattered in the wind, leaving not a trace behind, and today her true colors were fully exposed.

Wherever it resided, the black smoke halted in its tracks, no longer able to erode A Li's body.

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, everyone expressed their regret and pity, all wishing that Jiang Chen could serve as the captain.

Ye Xing was carrying a white plastic bag containing something, looking as though she had been out shopping and just happened to pass by.

"Hurry up... there's no time left." Ding Xiaojia appeared even calmer than I was. Her expression at that moment told me that whether I told her to do it or not today, she would do it anyway. With no other choice, I could only tell her what I needed her to do right now.

Doremi had always been too lazy to engage in the banter between these two simply because she was completely used to their usual silly conversations; things even more absurd than this were commonplace.

Chu Ming temporarily set the matter aside. He had already decided that upon returning to East China City, he would seek out Jiang Xueyan at the very first moment to verify the truth.

Following the battle of the previous night, the events that had transpired within that mountain range were basically settled.

In just about a minute, Luo Long alone had already racked up a well-rounded stat line of 2 points, 1 assist, and 1 block, while also forcing the Nuggets into a 24-second shot clock violation.

Only three places on the entire second floor seemed somewhat special. The first was the volcano where Zhao Yuan and Han Yue had been slain, but after coming in, Chu Ming had already gone to investigate it once more, even delving deep into the underground magma without finding any missed details.

Quite a few netizens also dug up the charity fraud incident from last year's Vogo Gala, stirring up a massive wave of public opinion once again.

With a single step forward, he plunged in with a splash as waves surged, and Gu Junxie's entire body sank into the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Bi Ji was taken aback by these words, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief; she never expected that Gu Junxie would ask her to leave with him.

"Princes are stationed in their fiefs to guard the Great Ming!" Zhu Yuanzhu murmured, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes.

However, if, when Westerners push their luck, you ruthlessly beat them to the point where they cry for their parents and make them realize your strength, afterwards not only will they not harbor hatred toward you, but they will actually respect and praise you, acknowledging your independence and dignity.

"Meeting my grandmother for the first time—how can etiquette be replaced by my wife?" He smiled to comfort her, his hand stubbornly holding onto hers to prevent her from bowing.