Volume 1, Chapter 62: Take It or Leave It

Seeing that Wei Guoxiong completely ignored her opinions and that she would still have to live under her mother-in-law's thumb in the future, Xiaoqing was extremely furious.

She was currently carrying the Wei family's child in her belly. She hadn't fought or contended for anything, and the divorce back then had been a decision made by Wei Guoxiong and that Lou Nanzhi. Why was it that she ended up being the one wronged?

"No, I eat fish, do you know seafood? Fish." Charles tried hard to refute what Mig was agreeing with.

"You bastard, what kind of hero do you think you are!" Seeing that he didn't fall for the trap, Li Meng cursed helplessly.

Watching Mu Boyang flick his sleeves and leave in a huff, just like he did during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shi Wanyue's face turned somewhat pale as she secretly clenched her fists.

Madam Jin did not speak, but her knitted brows clearly indicated that she was still waiting for more explanations from Huo Chang'an.

"Is there a complete case of wine?" With that, Xingyan immediately squatted down and took a case of imported liquor from the cabinet beneath the bar. As she shifted her weight to push off, her shoes occasionally scraped against the shards of glass, producing a crisp grinding sound.

Jiang Ran paused in her movements. This detail seemed not to have been discussed previously, but upon second thought, she let it go. The person had said he would buy whatever she made, and judging by how he handed over millions simply because of a word of reminder from her, he probably wouldn't chisel her out of this little bit of money.

Looking at Xia Wenwen's deadpan, serious expression, Chen Fei suddenly felt as though he might have asked the wrong person.

After arranging the handover matters between the Law Enforcement Department and the Xiezhi, Li Qi left Yan County. However, instead of returning directly to the capital, he made a detour to Mount Zhang'e to inquire about the progress of the new fuel.

Thick, slightly upturned eyebrows, a high-bridge nose, full and lovely pink lips, and tight, fair, tender skin—every single feature flaunted its owner's handsome, striking appearance and gloomy temperament.

Zhou Qi was not one for preaching grand principles. After giving this single instruction, he left, handing Yuxuan an envelope before departing.

If only divine sense could be activated right now. Once protective barriers were in place, a cultivation practitioner's movement in the ocean was not actually all that difficult. Because divine sense allowed for a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree exploration with no blind spots—even though it would be heavily suppressed—it was still enough for them to clearly grasp their surrounding environment in the sea less than fifty miles deep.

Lindy nodded. He wasn't afraid of opponents; what he feared was having opponents without even knowing it.

"Fine!" This time, Li Feiyu stopped talking nonsense. Although his head still ached and the doubts in his heart remained unresolved, at this moment, having recognized the attire and equipment of most people simply by their backs, Li Feiyu didn't have the luxury to worry about such things anymore.

Across a radius of dozens of miles, everyone knew that not a single member of their family had ever studied medicine, and they couldn't even recognize a handful of characters.

And Guan Xiaojun, after receiving her letters, would basically always offer extremely useful suggestions and solutions, which spared her a great deal of trouble.

Regardless of the patches the experts eventually applied to save face, at the very least, the experts had loosened their stance and said they could give it a try.

No, Chen just said that you fainted yesterday, but fortunately nothing is serious. Luxue went back first because she was afraid your grandparents would worry. She and Yufeng went back ahead.

"You walked in through the front door, so naturally you wouldn't know. As for certain people, clearly someone who didn't even graduate from high school, yet they are competing alongside us design majors from prestigious universities—it's simply an insult to us." Zhao Xinglu spoke with a look of utter disgust.

Not to mention that Jiang Xun was merely at the Middle stage of Xiantian; she figured that even if someone of the Void-Breaking realm, as spoken of by Yan Yue, were to come, they would still find themselves in a world of hurt if they crossed paths with him.

Outing's hair was very dark and soft. Nestled in the palm of one's hand, it felt like touching high-end silk.

The entire piece was composed centuries later by a founding chairman, and it contained certain allusions from later generations that could not be spoken of at this moment.