Chapter 142: Playing Matchmaker

"I won't go." Li Taohua, busy with the work at hand, refused Mrs. Zhou without a moment's hesitation.

Mrs. Zhou stared at her, stunned. Clearly, she had not expected Li Taohua to turn her down. Over the past few days, Li Taohua and Qin Huiyin had been so warm and helpful to their family, even offering advice on how to deal with the troublesome Grandma Zhang.

"Sister Taohua..." Mrs. Zhou tugged at Li Taohua’s sleeve. "I really have no other choice. Please, just help me this once!"

As a result, their casualty rate was staggering. By the end of the day, a great number of zombie wolves had died, leaving only a single-digit number remaining. There was no one quite as mindless as them; one could only imagine their leader, the great ape, must be feeling quite miserable.

Tears blurred her vision. Xiang Qing walked forward mechanically, stumbling until she collapsed onto the car seat. Clutching the sweet potato, which still held a faint warmth, she bowed her head and wept.

It was midsummer, a time when flowers were in full bloom and birds sang in chorus; the lush, dense trees radiated vibrant life.

However, the public’s skepticism had to be addressed, and someone had to be the scapegoat. Naturally, that role fell to Zhao Dianlong, who had already been drowned eight hundred times over by the vitriol of the internet.

"Thank you." Mo Zixuan shifted his gaze from his phone. As he took the mist-covered glass of water, the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Thinking of how parched Xiang Qing’s lips had looked just moments ago, he subconsciously passed the water back to her.

Jason Terry had voiced the sentiment of all Dallas fans; they were already shouting "4-3."

"Fine." Xiang Qing wrote down the word. Afterward, she rose, went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of juice, and silently sent a text message to Mo Zixuan.

Moreover, this contract did not strip Zhang Xu of his image rights, which was quite rare in the contracts of Premier League players.

This left fans and spectators who had been looking forward to his debut incredibly disappointed. Especially after the team’s crushing defeat, their disappointment instantly curdled into curses.

"I just got back not long ago. I was just about to head your way with Qiaoye," Zhang Youping said with a smile.

"Back down." Han Aochen frowned. This was truly infuriating! They were supposed to go to the Tianfeng Kingdom to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes and the other road leading to the Dark City, but now?

However, Xuan Yunjin, who had originally intended to give the two of them some silver for expenses, temporarily abandoned the idea, lest they give it away to someone else in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yeli finally spoke, his gaze at Qian Baiying enough to tear him to shreds. Sensing Mu Wan’s arm tightening unconsciously, his expression grew even colder.

Xiao Yixuan had originally intended to vent his temper at Su Manning; after all, Xia Yuqing was now pregnant, so it would be better to drive the car more slowly.

Shen Mu’s expression was equally grave. He said something, and a sharp, icy glint flashed in Ning Xizhou’s eyes, his cold aura instantly radiating outward.

If not for the occasion, and if not for the sudden knock at the door, the two might have kissed until things spiraled out of control.

Before long, the city of Hualing was illuminated by lights. The sound of galloping hooves echoed from every street, all converging toward the Imperial Palace. Officials of the court were arriving one after another.

From the moment she jumped off his lap in tears, he knew that it was he, and no one else, who had caused her such sorrow.

Lu Man wondered if this man was simply overflowing with energy because he had encountered something so joyous. Just the way he held her—the force was so tight, as if she were being gripped by two iron rods—that she could not break free no matter how she tried.

The palm print descended from the heavens, piercing the sky, shattering the desert, crushing the black tiger, and finally landing upon that shadow which had existed for a thousand years.

Furthermore, one must understand that petitioning the palace gates was an overtly offensive act; therefore, the situation was generally chaotic, and it was not uncommon for things to escalate into a brawl.

This parting felt like a future without end, like waking from a dream. Yet, before coming here, such a beautiful scene had never even appeared in her dreams. There is a kind of persistence known as a dream.