Chapter 67 Taking Charge of the Business Herself

Mother Chen, there's no need to clean up the previous room. Just move a quilt directly into my bedroom.

I was just planning to head upstairs to take a look at my room when I heard Jin Shixun giving instructions to Mother Chen downstairs.

Ah! Yes, yes, yes, I'll go right now.

Mother Chen immediately grasped Jin Shixun's meaning and, moving with brisk strides, headed straight for the bedroom on the second floor.

If anyone still had lingering doubts about the earlier speculation—since quite a few people there had actually witnessed Xue Yanyan burning the zither—upon second thought, what else about this matter remained unclear?

Remember, keep your mouths shut tight! You know very well what should be said and what should not! Hua Jizu said with a cold face, offering a few words of caution before walking ahead.

In the past, she tolerated her wild antics simply because she couldn't be bothered to argue with her, but this time she would absolutely not allow her to act lawlessly. Although Gong Yu brought quite a few men, so what? Qingyan clapped her hands, and suddenly more than twenty guards gathered uniformly at the entrance, every single one of them carrying a blade.

Ruhua lowered her head. Without looking, she knew there must be a mocking smile hanging on Emperor Qingxuan's lips. Ruhua opened her mouth as a sudden thought popped into her head, instantly breaking out in another cold sweat. As soon as this thought arose, Ruhua made a bold decision—whether she lived or died depended on whether taking this risk was worth it.

Brother Lin, today this brother of mine is treating. Follow the guest's pleasure, just order whatever you want to eat. He casually tossed the menu handed over by the waiter right in front of Lin Xiu, Xiao Yong, and the others, looking utterly unconcerned.

A moment later, the man raised his palm, his middle finger stained with damp moisture, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it with an expression of intrigued interest.

You could take them back, give them away as gifts, or stockpile them for emergencies. There's no need to throw all of them away, is there? What kind of rule is this? Hua Qingyan tried to reason with him.

Upon hearing Red Robe say she had been "whipped" by someone, the corners of Ruhua's mouth twitched slightly. She gazed pleadingly at Red Robe, as if protesting her inappropriate choice of words. "Whipped" was a term more fittingly applied to non-human entities, whereas "lashed" or "struck" used on a person would make her appear as the victim, eliciting more sympathy, alright?

Coupled with Yin Lian's actual performance in recent competitions, there was probably also the impression of her being absent-minded and fiercely competitive.

In fact, Cen Qiuli had known for a long time that he held someone else in his heart. Back then, she had made solemn vows to guard each other's sincerity and remain mutually independent, yet now she felt a pang of sorrow—an indescribable, overwhelming ache.

Upon reflection, Chu Lin realized that pulling down the Church was indeed less effective than dragging Lin Jingsheng off his throne. That remained the most convenient shortcut.

Jiang Wei's expression turned grave. The opponent's strength was vastly superior to that of the Star-Falling Ancestor, by an unfathomable margin.

Following the completion of Old Man Heishan's attack, the two men behind him likewise drove the spiritual energy within their bodies to the absolute limit, causing the spiritual energy in the surrounding air to churn even more violently.

The leading bowman wore a cold expression as he shot forward. Clenching both hands, he once again unleashed countless arrows, which swept toward Jiang Wei with the force of a overwhelming torrent.

Yi Shuihan reached out and pushed open the bedroom door to see Duan Yuntu sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning diagonally against the wall, watching him vigilantly.

Is what you said true? Upon hearing Uncle Yun's words, the old man's eyes widened instantly, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

At this moment, Xie Ming涛 wore an expression of triumphant self-satisfaction. With that, he pulled the Mercedes-Benz car keys out of his pocket and strode arrogantly toward the bedroom door.

Right across, the building diagonally opposite would have obstructions. It's not as good as the building directly facing them, which offered the widest field of vision and was best suited for surveillance. If he were a sniper, he would choose that spot; both the bedroom and the balcony would be clearly visible from there.

Instantly, a piercing sonic wave resounded in all directions, followed by a sweep of countless violent gales that forced even Jiang Wei to take dozens of steps back before he slowly managed to steady himself.