Chapter 58: How Did Even the Villain Become Lovesick? 21

Feeling somewhat reassured, President Lin turned his gaze to Yan Yuli, only to find no trace of a smile on his face.
Naturally, the sudden arrival of the police meant trouble had broken out.
It would be a miracle if the host could be happy under such circumstances.
He offered words of comfort: "President Yan, rest assured, this surely has nothing to do with you. Probably someone committed a crime and happened to come to today's jade exhibition. It should all be over soon."
Yan Yuli did not reply.
He stared at the police downstairs, watching as—
"Ah, Coach Sengoku!" The two turned around to see, with a helpless expression on Taichi's face, that the soccer team coach was standing right behind them.
The next day, Mu Tianyang brought Wanqing and the children back to City A, and that evening he went back to sleeping on the sofa at Wanqing's place.
Yet, the moment he finished speaking, he began coughing again, that same startling, irrepressible fit of coughs.
Wanqing widened her eyes as she immediately heard a crackling sound from behind, resembling firecrackers. Her limbs grew rigid, and she had no idea how to react. After listening for a moment, she instead grew calm, and supporting the elderly Madam Jin, she continued forward as if those really were the sounds of firecrackers.

"Ascending Dragon Slash Wave!" Imperialdramon swung his Dragon Soul Sword, sending a pristine blade of energy cutting through the air.
In other words, the further it went, the more the accumulated pain, experiences, joys and sorrows, life-and-death partings, and the suffering and hardships repeating through lifetime after lifetime would pile up.
To Meng Ming, trafficking his younger siblings was no big deal at all, something he could do without the slightest psychological burden. It was just that the money was too little while the punishment was too heavy, which he felt was a bad deal. Let alone moral principles and the laws of nature, even the most basic conscience of a human being had been eaten by dogs.
Having said this, Ye Fu intentionally glanced at Ye Qian. She was just some poor girl who had popped up from nowhere, having only ever witnessed a few village women brawling, yet she was trying to show off in front of Old Madam Ye—she was still far too green for that.
"Running over here like this, it will be troublesome if someone discovers you," An Jinxiu said, frowning as she looked at Han Yue.
Zhuang Rui smiled warmly, his smile carrying a hint of rejection, and Sister Qiao said no more. After briefing Siko on the crew's previous matters, she left.
An elderly woman grabbed the fire brigade captain, speaking with eyes full of anticipation. Compared to the children on the 25th floor, Liu Xueran was actually in greater danger now.
Sun Ruilin frowned, sitting upright and staring straight ahead, wondering where exactly things had gone wrong and why he felt so uneasy.
Ever since she was exposed for stepping on Meng Fu to elevate herself, Sheng Jun had squandered all her public favor. She had since faded from the entertainment industry to take over her family's business at home, though Xi Nancheng's association with her did not bring about any major public controversy.
In the afternoon, Ning Feng continued conquering the Myriad Mountains Hall. Around four o'clock, he prepared to take a break, drove to Commercial District No. 1, and went over to Uncle Dong's place to cadge some tea.
The third route, commanded by Zhang Han with twenty thousand men, had two deputy generals, Di Qing and Zhang Liao, along with generals like Yang Zaixing, Guan Yu, and Zhang Zhangfei, advancing to attack the eastern region of the Xianbei.

"Chanyu, Heaven truly aids us this night! With such cover of darkness, our army's night raid is bound to succeed!" a high-ranking Xianbei general said to Tanshihuai.
Perhaps having lived another life, Xie Changshu had been blinded by hatred and was solely focused on dealing with Luo Mingxuan. As for everything else, that ruthlessness of hers had been smoothed away by a new life, which was why she had left behind so many troubles that kept popping up out of nowhere to disgust people.
Tong Ning walked out carrying her box, looking back every three steps. The days of living day and night alongside Zhuang Rui had come to an end thus.
Seeing that the scar-faced man was so obstinate, Chu Feng gave a cold smile and directly kicked him in the head.
Having witnessed Ning尘's performance earlier, everyone evidently categorized him into the latter group—people of that caliber were not ones they could afford to offend.
At this moment, dozens of sallow-faced porters emerged from ahead, carrying steaming buckets of water. Wang Lang glanced at them; this should be considered thin rice gruel at best, hardly porridge, mostly just whitish water.
Ten thousand infantry soldiers charged straight into the garrison camp of Fuzhou Town, launching a frenzied assault upon their army.