There truly is an abundance of street food at the market.

Xie Yihuang did not compete with Liu Guide; true friendship thrives on mutual give and take. If she always used Liu’s things without reciprocation, perhaps she wouldn’t mind this time, but she would never associate with them again. The human heart is the least predictable; once things sour, unnecessary trouble follows—and Xie Yihuang was the sort who abhorred trouble most. As Grandpa Qi often said, seeing someone’s character at the smallest cost is the best bargain of all. Fortunately, Liu Guide didn’t mind either.

Hanyue, meanwhile, had long since set aside concerns of grace or composure; to her, a man who could soothe her heart was all that mattered.

Though she was used to his silent, unresponsive ways, in this moment Xia Qingxiao sensed something amiss.

“You’re jealous because I met with another man, aren’t you?” Shang Yan asked nervously, head lowered.

The team’s overall strategy was to focus on the top lane, letting the top laner establish an advantage to drive the whole team forward.

Those words were particularly blunt. Sikong Yanfei, though known for his coldness, rarely displayed such raw emotion.

“Don’t come again, thank you. I have Brother Wei’s help.” Andy had no intention of telling Wang Baichuan about the Fan family; to bring it up would be to force Wang Baichuan to take a side.

At this, Sun Yifan reached for Mige’s hand, clicking the mouse to let the video continue.

Xia Chujun, seeing this, followed after; clearly, Xia Qingxiao had noticed her presence nearby. She’d lingered in thought too long by the door, and that must have drawn Xia Qingxiao out to meet her. It was unexpected, but entirely in her favor.

Many stood at the gate of the Imperial Court, clutching the royal decree. The bailiffs, impatient, picked out people to send inside, finding the task dreadfully dull. One was stifling a yawn when, suddenly, a plump house servant appeared before him.

Yu Miaomiao sighed, steeled herself, and looked away, stepping forward to help Mei Ruhua carry the skeletal frames.

On hearing this, Saito’s heart swelled with hope, and he looked eagerly to see how Ryoko Hamada would decide.

“How can you even compare? My sister—who is she? Those two aren’t even worth one of her toes,” Xu Zuoyan immediately remarked with disdain.

She hesitated too long at the intersection. Several taxis slowed as they passed, apparently gauging whether she intended to board, but each time they drove off disappointed.

Why couldn’t she simply watch the other be happy? Back then, Nie Yan had done nothing to wrong Yin Ya; it was Yin Ya who had erred. So why did Yin Ya now curse and wish her ill with such ease of conscience?

“Uncle Tai.” Xu Zuoyan showed his manners. This man was clearly in charge here—even Ye Kaicheng treated him with such respect, so how could he behave otherwise? He called out obediently.

“Yesterday was my wedding day. Since I couldn’t invite everyone to the ceremony, today Zhelun and I brought wedding sweets. Could you help distribute them? Everyone gets a share!” Meng Zhilei said with a sweet smile.

But when Jiang Xuanjin knelt on the mat and the old master brought out a thick wooden plank to stand behind him, Huaiyu was stunned.

From the depths of the thick fog, someone was dragged out—clothes in disarray, hair undone, head drooping as if unconscious.

At this moment, Jiang Chengce was thinking that all his hopes now rested on Mu Manni. If the Musen Group could defeat Nangong Han and win the art museum project, then he and Nangong Han would both lose, and the contest for the Nangong Group’s presidency would have to start anew.

“Who are you, and how do you know I’m after him?” The soldier, scrambling to his feet, wore a look of utter panic. The terrifying power that had just appeared left deep dread in his heart.

The Crown Prince Tuoba Xiao had returned to the Western Xia court, and, supported by the military, had smoothly ascended the throne. With a new sovereign, could Tuoba Chen’s consorts still remain within the palace walls?