Volume 1, Chapter 63: She Is My Own Sister; That Will Cost Extra

Facing Xiao Chuyu's roar, Su Yi'an was completely unconcerned.
In her eyes, Xiao Chuyu was like a Chihuahua barking furiously at a smiling tiger—devoid of any danger and rather comical.
Her body was controlled by him, yet every rhythm was so well-mastered that it drove her to kiss him wildly.
Even those infants still cradled in their mothers' arms were wrapped in matching diapers, making a glittering debut.
"I asked for ice water!" When Luo Jinyu took a sip, he discovered it was actually warm water, and a look of speechless annoyance flashed across his handsome face.
A cold, clear cough abruptly dragged the two people back from the very edge of passionate oblivion. Both Su Qing and Wen Rou's bodies stiffened, their expressions turning awkward in an instant.
", the marketing standards of your company's business department are simply too poor, failing to keep up with the times, which is why the clients defected to my side." Looking at Ye Zimo's indignant expression, Michelle became even more triumphant and delighted, as if the pent-up frustration of these past few days had finally found an outlet to lift her spirits.
Chu Weiwei wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. However, if the company found out she was the one who botched things, they would certainly not let her off easily, and neither would Su Chen.
Time slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, half a day had passed. Fortunately, no danger occurred, nor did anyone come to disturb Su Qing. With the disciples of the Heavenly Cold Peak and Su Qing's array of spirit beasts present, unless a beast in the Cloud Soaring Realm arrived—and even if one did, with Elder Zhu around—no great waves could be stirred up.
"Leave it here, handle it however you see fit," Chu Yan said. Setting the wine down, he returned to the bedroom and sat by the bedside, gazing at the unconscious Jiang Yumeng. He took her hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing it.
The doctors and nurses gathered outside, witnessing this scene, began to speculate about Huo Chenghuang's identity. They had only caught a glimpse of a figure rushing in without even seeing his face clearly before Mo Yizhe "invited" them to leave while casually asking about Jiang Yumeng's condition.
"Do you know whom I envy and envy the most?" Twirling a lock of hair in front of her chest with her right index finger, Sarah continued.
"Hehe, Young Master Bai, it wasn't me who locked up your father and the elders; it was those who brought them in. I'm merely a jailer. Go look for them yourself; they're in the largest few rooms up ahead," Ruoyu chuckled in response from within the flute.
To be honest, after the peace and quiet of this recent period, Yuxiao was no longer as obsessed with finding the medical records as he had been when he first overheard Ling Zhi and Liu Jiaru talking—no longer determined to dig up those records and unearth his own secrets.
Sima Chang crushed the note into fine powder and muttered softly, "Back then, I promised to write to him every day, yet I carelessly had someone scribble a few perfunctory words to fool him; such matters he took to heart."
Just when everyone thought he had been driven completely mad by having his back against the wall, a terrifying, bone-chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
Ning Xia laughed out loud. Initially intending to tease Xiangchun a couple more times, she saw that Grasshopper had finished his meal and was clearing the table, so she hurried over to help him tidy up.
"Wuwuwu... Sister Ellie rarely comes to visit Zach, and Zach just wanted to play a game of tag with Sister Ellie, and then wait for big brother to come back so we could all play together..." Zach wiped away his tears aggrievedly, not having meant to crash into Fiona.
At that moment, the sound that had resounded across the sky a few days earlier rang out once more, and the earth began to tremble.
Hearing Lan Rui's startled scream, Ye Zi and Jin dropped what they were in the middle of and rushed over, looking at her with panicked expressions to ask what was wrong.
A ghost surely could not form out of thin air, but what if no one had suffered an unjust death on the bridge—would spectral entities still be generated?