Volume 1, Chapter 61: A Surprise! Evidence Captured!

Sure enough, hearing those words, Fu Tingxiao’s expression darkened to an extreme degree.
Before he could make a move, I broke free from Fu Hanzhou’s grip and, like a soaring bird, threw myself into Fu Tingxiao’s embrace. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I looked up at him with a bright smile and a playful, spoiled tone, "I’ve only been gone for a tiny moment, and you already miss me?"
My body stiffened slightly. The sensation felt somewhat surreal; it had been a very long time since I last experienced such a fluttering heartbeat. The impact once found in romantic love had been gradually smoothed away day by day by the relentless friction of ordinary life.
Blind Zhao’s expression sank, and he sat back down, his voice turning icy and detached.
Yet, thinking that Qiu Ming was a battle shaman and perhaps far more capable than an ordinary person, he decided he would simply wait until Qiu Ming grew tired before taking over.
Zhang Taibai was clearly playing dumb while knowing the truth. How could he possibly not know that Skye was trying to fish for gossip about S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Sun Meiping rushed over from the hospital, desperate to witness the aftermath of Zhao Langfeng’s wrath toward Tang Ya. Tang Ya’s tardiness and the missing financial report had all been meticulously orchestrated by her. From the very moment Tang Ya drank that glass of milk laced with a heavy dose of sleeping pills, Sun Meiping’s grand scheme had officially been set into motion.
At that moment, Ye Feng was still airborne when he suddenly sensed a sharp surge of finger-force hurtling toward his back. Daring not to hesitate, he executed a complete 360-degree aerial flip, narrowly dodging the attack.
There stood a rather massive stone platform, from which intense blue halos rippled outward in waves. Floating right in the center was a single black ring.
Once Patch finished chanting a string of obscure and esoteric incantations and waved the metal scepter in his hand once more, the four massive clusters of mist within the pool—already growing increasingly solid—suddenly surged upward into the air.
"Mr. Gu," Tang Ya said in a very soft voice, "I won't be going over to your place to stay tonight. The danger has passed, and I want to return to my own home. Besides, I feel so exhausted." She truly felt utterly drained, a sensation that had grown progressively stronger ever since she laid eyes on Chen Tianyi.
Qin Tian’s father summoned his subordinates and meticulously recorded every single clue. By this time, He Chenxi also began to disclose the details she remembered regarding the kidnappers' facial features.
Xu Qing chuckled inwardly, thinking it rather inappropriate to exchange sweet whispers and play the lover in the midst of such an occasion. He subsequently issued orders to clear the battlefield: burn the corpses that needed burning, bury those that needed burying, let the mourners weep, and let the resentful harbor their hatred—he would no longer concern himself with it.
"Yinuo, return to Ming right now and assist Lei." To fail to even notice when someone was escaping meant it was high time she went back to undergo rigorous retraining in observational skills.
Lijun took her hand and walked inside, instructing Aunt Zhang, "Get her a glass of milk." A glass of milk every single morning was an absolute necessity.
She rarely had the chance to visit China, and with limited time, her itinerary was packed to the brim. Besides, she had been dreaming of visiting the Great Wall for the longest time.
Because of her inherent indifference to worldly matters, she had offended her superior, yet Li Tangni felt no panic whatsoever. After all, he was merely getting what he deserved, and she had simply acted in self-defense.
Hearing Chen Jinghui’s voice, Bei Tengying’s heart skipped a beat. She picked up her phone, refusing to give up, and cast a glance at the screen—sure enough, it really was Chen Jinghui.
The teacher turned around and bellowed at the students, who were so excited they had forgotten they were still in the middle of class, "Be quiet, all of you!" If Director Tong were to find out, there would be hell to pay for such a racket.
During the very first class taught by the breathtakingly handsome new teacher, Mingshu was immediately punished, leaving her fellow students gloating in schadenfreude.
It seemed this was all on account of you, after all. If not for you, the Young Master wouldn't have flown into a rage; and had he not flown into a rage, he wouldn't have wiped out the Blazing Flames Gang within a single night, reorganized the internal ranks, and dispatched him back to his hometown for a trip that ended up lasting over a month.
Even though she had wrapped her scheming in the noble banner of looking out for the maid's best interests, a scheme remained a scheme. If the maid chose to harbor resentment, Xia Zihan would simply have to bear it.