Chapter 69 Who is Yue Qingguo?

Lin Wei grabbed Lin Yuan and Lin Meng, slipped back home in a flash, and firmly bolted the courtyard gate.
Seeing this, the Gao and Su families followed suit, immediately closing their doors to visitors.
As for how those two children eventually resolved the matter, Lin Wei could not care less.
"Don't ask. If you ask, they might ask for your opinion. If it's resolved well, fine, but if not, won't everything be pinned on us?"
Though Lin Meng felt a pang of heartache for the two children, she understood the logic behind it.
To be honest, he had never thought in that direction because Yuri always acted quite like a tomboy in front of him, and besides Yoona, she was the one who loved to argue with him the most, which was why Xu Chenjun had never suspected anything of the sort.
"The boss told everyone in the office that no one is allowed to hurt each other's feelings as colleagues anymore. He even spoke up a lot on your behalf, specifically about everyone misunderstanding you. Aren't you happy? When you come back in the future, you won't be given the cold shoulder anymore." Cai Lin giggled crisply, sounding much more cheerful than Wang Junjie, who wore a calm expression on the other end of the phone.
What kind of logic was that? Could hugging Xu Chenjun really boost one's intelligence? If that were true, wouldn't Xu Chenjun have become a genius long ago by hugging Taeyeon, Yoona, and Jessica all day long?
The two spoke of different things, walked closer, looked at each other, and suddenly burst into loud laughter. The joy of a long-awaited reunion went without saying.
On the spectator stand, Zhang Qian recovered from her shock and looked at Yan Lang, a trace of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
"I hope you'll reconsider. The VIP department needs a talent like you." Xu Junsong was reluctant to let go just like that; no one in their right mind would want to bury a cash cow in the mud.
Wang Junjie looked out the window. Through the glass lay the broad street, dotted with already-lit night lamps. The streams of people leaving work hurried along the street like ants. The soundproofing of the glass was excellent, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Seeing that he had no mind of his own—remaining silent while everyone else spoke, and instantly being submissive the moment Zhao Xun questioned him—Sun Qiang found him utterly cowardly and couldn't help feeling a secret surge of contempt.
"Fenglan, I advise you to keep Ying'er away from this bastard. This bastard brings too much trouble and is far too dangerous," Xue Xue said.
Striking the drowning dog, they launched a fierce bombardment against the Japanese navy, plunging the already chaotic Japanese naval forces into a completely passive predicament.
Although the Great Jing dynasty had slightly eased this particular charge, that only applied to the severity of the punishment; it still did not permit ordinary citizens to casually discuss court officials or the imperial court.
Turning around abruptly, Ye Bingtong assumed a standard horse stance, and then effortlessly lifted Gu Cheng, chair and all, completely off the ground.
Mo Fan only wanted to curse inwardly, thinking that this monk's head must have a screw loose. However, having witnessed the guy's terrifying strength just moments before, he decided to try talking his way out of it first—avoiding a fight was naturally the best outcome.
Initially, the three remaining Ancestral Demons were somewhat puzzled, unable to understand why this fox deity was so loyal as to descend in her true form at a time like this.
I took a deep breath. Does this mean that when I accidentally barged into Huiwen's bathing scene this morning, it was all arranged by him on purpose?
"The last time this deity fought the Sword Leader, I was injured by them. This is bound to attract many strong individuals looking to exploit our weakness, and this Black Wind Mountain is the trigger."
The spring water definitely possessed special healing properties. At this thought, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she scooped up some of the spring water to take back.
If she could just settle down steadily, find a job, and work hard at it, although her future life might not be brilliantly dazzling, there was no reason she couldn't live a happy life.
In the stepped lecture hall, Ye Xixiao watched the unfolding plot, a hint of a mocking smile rising to his lips.
In an instant, it felt as if the department store was right in front of me; the neat and orderly display of clothes and shoes made me feel somewhat dizzy.
Xiaotian had no choice but to organize his men for a desperate counterattack, attempting to recapture the high ground, but all their efforts were crushed by Muyun Cheng's army.