Chapter 62 You certainly have a strong sense of possessiveness!

Zhong Jingui burst into tears of anxiety, waving her hands repeatedly. "I didn't! I really didn't!"

Zhang Chunxue cast a cold glance at her. "You didn't? Then why are you standing here making sarcastic remarks at me? Clerk Song came to my house for a meal, so what? Is cooking a meal for him some kind of crime? Truly, a dirty heart sees filth in everything!"

"It's just because you couldn't win him over in the past and still haven't let it go. Now that you see him exchange a few more words with me, you're going out of your mind. Go home and lose your mind if you want to, just don't bring it to my—"

At that exact moment, Lu Guxing's urge to break up sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, surging wildly within her.

Telling her that because of her father's actions, everyone in the entire village had been reduced to monsters.

Qin Yanran turned her head to stare at Miyamoto. Fearing the loss of his soul, Jiang Guangrong grabbed Qin Yanran's hand and slipped away.

"Bronya still has room to grow taller, but Kiana has stopped growing completely." Unfazed, Bronya immediately pointed out the difference between herself and Kiana.

If you let him run free, even if you remain carefree yourself, the autumn charm of Jianghai would lack a tranquil state of mind!

As Wu Ze finished speaking, everyone in the cabin turned their gazes toward the single empty seat remaining around them.

"Then let's have hot pot, since we have a lot of people today." Lei Xiao said as she stood up and headed to the kitchen, preparing yet another lavish feast.

Ye Jingyan opened the largest spicy hot pot restaurant and named it "Number One Under Heaven".

Zhang Tao did not reply, but inwardly cursed, *Served you right, you stubborn bastard. Later on, I'll even sneak into your henhouse.*

"We've arrived." He reeled in his sword light, and the two of them spun around in unison, landing steadily on the ground.

Aunt Tao wanted to say something, but grief choked her throat, leaving her unable to utter a single word.

"The system mall has been updated. The host may proceed to check." After beeping for so long, that was all it had to tell him?

This had always been his hidden pain. Even when his hot-tempered mother argued with him, she would rarely ever bring this up.

She forced herself to shut down her phone and crawled into bed by eight o'clock in the evening. Worried she wouldn't adjust to falling asleep early, she even took two sleeping pills, yet she still tossed and turned until ten o'clock before managing to brew a shred of sleepiness.

There was no telling how Ji Xincheng managed to get his phone number, but he dragged him out of bed at five o'clock, and the two of them searched everywhere she could possibly have gone.

Based on the rate of three catties per piece, this was equivalent to exchanging eighteen catties of flesh and blood for a single admission token.

This was already her absolute limit of concession. Don't think she didn't know that the three tiny crushed diamonds on that scarf were together worth only fifty or sixty thousand yuan.

None of this mattered. Ji Mozimo chose not to pursue the matter just to give them a chance; whether they could develop a sense of awe depended entirely on their subsequent actions.

Her head resembled a mass of boiling pseudopod tentacles. Amid the chaos, a shimmering eye flickered in and out of view, exuding an eerie and profound light.

I once suspected that my parents' mantra of "making children endure hardships" served only one purpose: to make it easier to endure even more hardships in the future. Self-esteem, self-confidence, personality, and values—none of these things ever become greater because of suffering; they merely collapse inward to defend against the outside world.

In fact, he had long since appraised Sister Hong's figure. How should he put it? It was not bad at all, except that her attire gave her physique a heavy, pungent aura of cheap perfume.

Yet as Zhao Tianxing grasped that tactical dagger, the vanished past resurfaced in Ji Ning's mind. Though it was a dagger, anyone could tell it wasn't being used as one; in his hands, it was nothing less than a slightly shortened sword.

Anran remembered her mother's tears, her father's fury, her eldest brother's grievance, and the helplessness shared by herself and her younger sister.

"Mrs. Gu, Brother Wangchen and I are keeping Madam company for a stroll. Is there something you need?" Her tone was dripping with provocation.

There was no need to guess that the looping road was Adonis's doing; the only slight surprise was that the trench-coated man hadn't appeared this time.