Twenty-two. Twenty-two.

Facing the look of disdain and disbelief in Chu Ze’s eyes, Xia Anhao felt a wave of despondency. The audience below watched the final scene, spellbound; most believed it to be a deliberate design of the play, though a small number remained skeptical.

Duoduo nuzzled against her affectionately as usual, its chubby head nudging her palm, making Zhao Lexuan’s heart melt.

On the other end of the line, Qin Xiaotian stared at the disconnected call for a long while, a gentle smile lingering on his lips before he finally put the phone down three seconds later.

Looking at the simply packaged popsicle, Lu Yichen felt the warmth of Cheng Zili’s intentions, despite its humble appearance. Perhaps she should give Su Haoxuan another chance—a chance to restart the time they had lost. After returning home, she prepared some of his favorite porridge and took it to the hospital.

At that moment, Bai Xiaoya spotted a fruit knife on the table. Though unsure if it would be of any use, it was at least a potential solution. Without overthinking, she slipped the knife into her bag just as Mother Su called for her to head out.

Cheng Zili’s sprain had mostly healed, and she could walk with barely a limp, allowing the film crew to begin their second round of shooting.

The pressure and sub-zero temperatures of the iceberg posed no threat to these monsters. They seemed to carry the intense heat of volcanic magma; wherever they passed, the ice melted into water, carving hollow tunnels beneath the glacier, even as it appeared to stand as firmly as ever on the surface.

Therefore, as a rule, one does not interrogate a suspect lightly without evidence.

He Zhaoyang took the files, and upon opening them to see the name Xu Weiping, he looked at He Liuyang with a puzzled expression before bowing his head to read on. He Liuyang sat on the sofa, smoking slowly, waiting for his older brother to finish the documents.

Meanwhile, Su Jinse struggled against her desires. Reason held the upper hand for the moment, allowing her to think and attempt to resist Yan Jue’s touch.

***

I began to play dumb, but the stern, serious temperament of Li Meng forced me to become earnest.

"Tell you what, call the person in charge of the finance department over for me." Old Luo was not particularly well-versed in accounting matters, and as he oversaw the big picture, it was reasonable that he might have overlooked some details. Through Li Yan’s meticulous observation, it was clear that Old Luo was likely oblivious to the situation.

Shao Meizhuo watched Li An’s pale, furious face, popped a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, and chewed it with deliberate, smacking noises. Knowing how much he loathed the sound, she walked away, feeling deeply satisfied.

To be honest, if this body made of spiritual energy contained blood, I would have vomited it up instantly.

Because Wang Yimei had offended Ao Tianji, these two names had become so infamous that it would have been difficult for her not to remember them.

Xia Xue could hear the faint mockery and schadenfreude in Wan Yingxi’s voice.

It was not until six o’clock in the evening that we reached a military camp. At that moment, I finally began to question that fellow, Xu Tianlong.

Tsk, what I need to do now is conceal the fact that I also possess memories from the first timeline.

I did not have an Ace in my hand; I only claimed so to try to confuse him and disrupt his mental state.

Yang Chengping clutched his face in terror, never expecting Qiao Zhendong to be so difficult to deal with, showing no regard for the Yang family whatsoever.

Red-Hair’s words were indeed unpleasant. I knew he meant no harm, but they gave the impression that they had only come to me because they had nowhere else to go.

His opponents were all cunning old foxes in the business world, as well as enemies bent on his destruction. Naturally, none of these enemies met a good end; each was dealt with quite severely by him.

***

The hundred-layered force he stacked did not make Chen Ning retreat, nor did it cause his body to tremble. That pitch-black arm blocked his punch with ease.

"Haha, this little bit of money is nothing. I want to earn enough to give you the best life possible." After saying this, Chi Beiting looked at me with tender devotion.

Sang Xue, unaware of what Lu Ran was thinking, reached out and pulled the lunch box in front of her toward herself.

But if your first move after being released from prison is to seize Gu Nanshan’s territory, then everyone will know that the Young Master has returned.

Similar sighs were heard not only from Master Lei; upon hearing the news, almost every cadre and worker at the Baiyun Factory felt a sense of inexplicable regret for Bo Yi, even while they were happy for him.

Just as she was feeling ashamed, she suddenly felt a shadow loom over her, and a kiss landed on her moist red lips before she could react.

"Miss, would you like a bowl of wontons?" Seeing the drool practically pooling in Yun Qixi’s mouth, the elderly person boiling the wontons greeted her warmly.

Because of this, the head of armaments sought out Bo Yi several times to consult his opinion, only for the matters to be dropped due to Bo Yi’s opposition. The head of armaments didn’t take it to heart; if he couldn’t tolerate such minor objections, he wouldn’t be fit for his position.

The first to arrive at Mount Shouyang were the six great deities from the heavens: the demon emperors Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kunpeng, and Fuxi, as well as Doumu Yuanjun and Xing Yunzi.