Chapter 104: Is this really true?

Is Uncle Wan all right?

That evening, everyone in the Penglai group stayed in. They bought some food and held a welcome-back gathering for Wan Xiaoling in the room instead of going out, because talking was inconvenient outside, and the hotel was far more relaxed and comfortable.

“He’s fine. My dad’s built tough, and he recovers quickly.”

Wan Xiaoling shook her head slightly. It was fortunate her father was a criminal investigator and kept fit; if it had been an ordinary man stabbed three times, he would probably still be lying in a hospital bed for quite a while.

I had someone contact my colleagues in Quancheng. On the surface, that man is a worker sent to China by a Japanese trading company...

Zhan Lian immediately changed his stance; deep down, he even became somewhat resistant to dealing with anything else. Right now, he only wanted to stay and play with the little one.

After returning to his room and thinking it over for a while, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets until he found something. He carefully put it into a box, tucked it under his arm, and headed for the Northern Prince’s Manor.

Although many of those present did not believe it, an inquisitive man had already dialed An Ran’s private number and switched on the speakerphone.

The two of them were overjoyed and hurried to move the stone aside, only to find that there was nothing beneath it at all, just a hollow stretch of bare earth.

Sheng Xia felt no disturbance at all over He Mingyue’s tearful pleading. She knew very well that He Mingyue was the sort who would betray kindness at the drop of a hat. If she lent her money, it would be like tossing a meat bun to a dog—gone without a trace.

Wait. Are you saying Wan Qing drew a teleportation array during the match? What was she doing that for? Teleportation arrays are usually something array masters draw on paper to sell, aren’t they?

Her gaze met the guard seated at the bridgehead, and she quickly drew her expression back. Seeing that the pancake was still there, she had no choice but to accept it with a frown.

At last, the first bolt of heavenly thunder broke free of the clouds’ restraint. Its roar was like the bellow of a monster just awakened between heaven and earth. The lightning’s force swept the darkness away with overwhelming power, leaving only a blinding, startling day.

Hmph. Not a trace of change. It was merely the memory of the Feng residence, as though it were only natural.

Qin Wan listened quietly to Elder Qi’s words, as if the grievances of a thousand years ago had happened only yesterday, within arm’s reach.

“This is my uncle. You’ll have a chance to meet him later,” Zhan Sijin said, pointing to the most distinguished man in the family portrait.

A dedicated driver drove a convoy out of his private jet’s cargo hold: one sports car and several foreign off-road vehicles. Wu Tian’en flattered the young man, bowing and scraping as he sent him into the sports car, then drove ahead himself to lead the way.

Because the Russian side had not set any requirement regarding company size, Song Beiye’s company had been given an opportunity.

Remember what Director Ding just said? He’s fine. The physical evidence was lost, and it was lost at the disciplinary commission. There’s one of his people inside. Who could the mole be? Could it happen to be Zhao Zilong by coincidence? Han Ziyu speculated in all directions.

It had taken a very long time to travel from Yunzhao Kingdom to the royal capital of Huainan Kingdom. He had only been able to reach this place because he had come all the way through wind and rain, day and night.

“No need.”

Mu Shaoling looked at the old butler who had worked for the Mu family for more than ten years. Seeing the changes here, who knew what he was thinking?

A chorus of gasps rose. Everyone stared in confusion, then saw Johnson nearby, battered to a pulp and utterly lacking any dignity.

And right now, she needed Mu Shaoling’s support. If she spoke ill of Ruan Bai in front of him, she would only earn his disgust.

Yang Ye made his judgment in an instant, but he did not retreat. With a flick of his sword tip, he stabbed toward Chu Nanhui’s throat.

“Don’t worry. They probably only want money and won’t take your life. As for your family, they wouldn’t dare offend them,” He Lingchu comforted her.

The emperor had awakened. He still looked gravely ill, but his eyes were open. No one knew how long he had been awake, or how much of the disturbance outside he had heard.

Though she had not interacted much with Gao Yida, the matter of Yan Qiuming being harmed by Yan Qiuxiu alone was enough to prove that he was absolutely an upright and good man.

Even a lonely life like Huangfu Xiu’s could end with a filial son performing the funeral rite at his deathbed. If their relationship were poor, then the lord’s thoughts would naturally be on his son; as for former ministers and companions, they would only be pushed to the side.