Chapter 102: Seeking Someone for Questions

Confidently, I said, “How can you know if you don’t look? But we’re still missing some clues. Let me find one more person; if I can locate him, maybe this matter will be settled.” At the same time, I bought Qin Shiguan a large villa right next to theirs, so the two families could keep each other company in the future.

“Speak of the devil—just a few days ago, your mother and I were talking about you, and here you are today. Didn’t you think to send a telegram or even a quick message? Why the sudden visit?” my father remarked again.

From a distance, the Anlian Stadium resembled a massive inflatable raft, its white elliptical form wrapped in an airbag-like structure. It looked thoroughly modern while also delivering a striking visual impact.

Soon, the aroma drifted over to Class Four, where the soldiers were busy catching fish. These fish, left here, would have dried up and died anyway; better they ended up in our stomachs. This could be seen as our small contribution to flood relief.

The reason was simple—the ramen shop offered fair prices and generous portions, with discounts for students. Naturally, it attracted many students on a tight budget, including Nanami Hashimoto.

Many held their trays, staring at the abundant dishes before them, momentarily overwhelmed.

To prevent rain, the Lou family even applied to the meteorological department for permission to deploy weather control devices. If it rained, they would launch anti-rain projectiles.

Such reckless action astonished everyone. Even Hennessy VIII the Goat looked bewildered and unsettled.

After Gaopeng Network entered the Chinese market, it focused on offline group buying, which was also the core business of Dianshi and Meituan. Clearly, Mahuateng intended to uproot Yiliao’s very foundation.

Ancelotti was evidently aware of the looming crisis. During training, the 57-year-old Italian even took to the field himself to demonstrate what tough defense meant.

Most terrifying was that the National Treasure Lord had opened a passage by following Lingjiu’s location. The aura leaking out at this moment was none other than the pure blood mist of the ancestral divine domain concealed within the fissures of the Ticks’ crevice.

There had been such a commotion in the palace last night; Xia Junche couldn’t have been unaware. But even if he knew, what could he do? Could he possibly intervene in his sister’s affairs?

Lingjiu dodged backwards, and the fellow immediately chased after him. The two played this tiresome game with great delight.

Nansheng Gongxie nodded, took the child, and sat down nearby, feeding the little one some porridge.

Watching her weep uncontrollably yet still refusing to explain, her eyes reddened with indignation. Rising in anger, she turned and left without a backward glance.

Blood welled from the corners of his lips, each drop falling onto the earth before him. Jiang An closed his eyes in meditation but had long since lost consciousness.

Yan Luo had no patience to let her think it through. He scooped her up and, using lightness skill, flew straight back to the mansion. With inner strength, he forced the door open, then pressed her onto the soft couch, leaving no room for resistance, fiercely and dominantly claiming her.

As for Lin Shengyu’s feet, on top of the initial massage, Nan added the step of soaking them alternately in hot and cold water.

“I was never a good person to begin with. Why would you expect me to save the world?” Qian Wu shrugged coldly, her tone bitter and detached.

“Heh… If you think I’m guilty, then just act! Why all this dithering?” Zichen sneered at Yan Zhong, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.

That spectral power, Zhenyin, trembled through the nine heavens, wrapped in supreme dominance and murderous intent, letting out a furious roar.

Though the relationship between Lu Xiao and Wen Yalan was no longer as cold as before, they were still not very familiar. The main cause was Wen Yalan’s lingering resistance to him in her heart.