Chapter Ninety-Seven: Collecting a Debt

Thinking of this, Zhao Haichang could not help feeling a pang of bitterness. He had poured his heart and soul into building the vast family fortune he possessed today, yet his son cared only for scholarship and showed the slightest interest in business. With the Zhao family facing no heir to carry it on, he had been losing sleep night after night.

Then he looked again at the fat man before him, beaming with health and prosperity. In his youth he had a mother backing him from behind, so he could do as he pleased and never let worldly affairs trouble him. Now old, with an outstanding son supporting him, he was still carefree and at ease, living a life of enviable pleasure.

He had worked himself so hard—what on earth was it all for? Zhao Haichang felt as though his chest were about to burst with sour jealousy, and the look he gave Lu Shi'an grew ever more resentful.

When Boss Lu saw this, well, that old fox truly meant no good. Just look at those sly little eyes of his; he was clearly scheming against our family!

He did not

At last, he had a proper job. His parents should be very happy, shouldn't they? Someone was finally willing to hire him, and he was willing to go. This ought to be the first piece of good news after the New Year.

Turning around to ask her three roommates, she saw that they too were gazing dreamily at the four boys strolling over, murmuring the words "so handsome."

When Su Honglin returned to her room, it was already eight in the evening. The moment she stepped inside, she saw steaming dishes on the table, clearly not brought up from the cafeteria. It seemed Xie Zhigang had made them especially for her.

With the morning's affairs mostly settled, Lin Xi prepared the injection supplies and left the hospital for Botian.

The secret arts of the Unbounded Sect were, in plain terms, a matter of cultivating the soul. What he was especially curious about now was this: being of the same sect, why had that old Daoist with the bull nose never mastered any of these crucial things?

"No idea how much dowry Su Haiqiang gave. Look at all this wedding gift wealth—fine on the surface, but worth barely a few coins." Xie Shufen's sharp voice drifted in from outside.

Li Hao was bent over in frustration. He had run into another problem with his choice of perspective; he could not draw the effect he wanted. The whole scene felt flat and uninspired, incapable of leaving any impression.

Yet Liu He was deeply grateful to Wang Xiu. After returning to the martial hall, despite not having fully recovered, he dragged Wang Xiu to a tavern for drinks.

Chen Jin nodded, picked up another prototype, and opened a few apps, finding them indeed as smooth as silk.

"Sir, we're not here to line up for the exhibition. We only wanted to ask whether there's a large escape room here," Jin Keyan said with a broad, ingratiating smile.

Still lost in thought and not yet having turned the corner, Lin Mu was suddenly engulfed by a rush of male scent. Startled, she realized that her husband had already begun to undress her.

Bai Yanhe had originally wanted to ask who exactly "they" referred to, but before she could speak, Nan He had already left.

Zhan Wuya looked toward the soul in the hand of spirit power that was seizing it. Seeing that the demon, Majin Buu, in its soul state had no power to resist, he casually split open the underworld and cast the soul of Majin Buu inside.

As for that dreamlike realm, as long as his true essence could reach a place, he could control it continuously. Especially with someone of limited cultivation and weak will, it was as easy as turning a hand.

Zhan Wuya could not help sinking into thought. Countless fragments of information surfaced in his mind, and he immediately felt that there were many strange things about this.

He finished speaking in haste and had already swept out the door. He feared that if he were even a step late, the coffin would be opened and the spear taken out. Once its demonic nature awoke, there would be no one in Hangzhou City able to restrain it. Back then, even the greatest swordsman under heaven had to pay with one leg before he could barely trick the demon spear back into the bronze coffin.

Yue Wuyan glanced at that bloated face and smiled inwardly. There probably was not a mask large enough for it.

The little color left on Mu Nuanyang's oval face vanished at a speed visible to the eye. She flashed inside, then slammed the door shut with force and ran off in a hurry on her five-centimeter high heels.

General Cha fell silent, his face becoming most uncomfortable. The expression that suggested he had something to say yet held back left him, usually so lofty and unapproachable, somewhat at a loss.

Bai Yitian did not care about the eight floors up and down. He simply did not want a "dangerous element" like Wang Zhiping alone with Ye Xi, so he refused to go downstairs as well.