Volume 1, Chapter 59: Luo Qinghan Issues a Challenge

Yet quite a few people let out soft sighs.

He was tall, and standing there, he possessed a rather formidable presence. Coupled with the flickering lights of the hallway, his face took on an indescribable expression. The pale illumination reached him only as a faint, cast shadow.

Chu Yaozen rubbed the spot where Qingdi had slapped him, let out a silly chuckle, and sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

"Hah..." Just as Su Yuming wore a look of triumphant complacency, someone suddenly let out a cold sneer from the seats.

Wiping away her earlier frown, Wu Xin excitedly recounted to Ni Haimo what had happened in the auditorium stairwell after yesterday's performance. Hearing the story, Ni Haimo stroked his chin with his thumb, a thoughtful smile playing across his face.

Pei Ran sat at her desk as her colleagues walked up one by one to retrieve their coffee mugs. Although their expressions remained disdainful, they ultimately dared not discuss her publicly anymore.

"I'm sorry..." Su Jiulie clutched his head in agony, damned it all, what had he done? How was he supposed to explain this to Qiao Wanxin... Any moment now, she was going to accept his proposal, and she was carrying his child.

Back home, Yun Qianchen had no heart left for her homework, her mind in utter chaos. With Lu Zeyao failing to return for so long, she was truly distracted. Her attitude toward studying had slipped, and she constantly dozed off or lost focus in class.

She went straight to the Prime Minister's estate to find Lady Yin. Upon hearing the news of Feng Youping's suicide, Lady Yin had fainted on the spot. Now, having finally been revived, she sat on the bed like a hollow shell, her unfocused eyes staring blankly out the window without a single blink.

"Give it back to me," he said with weary distaste. Days of exhaustion left him with no desire to get embroiled in an argument at this moment.

Ni Haimo looked at Chen Yanqing sitting on the edge of the bed with her head bowed, the disappointment on her face so stark, and spoke.

He had never lost his temper even when dealing with that bunch of professional infuriators in the parliament; after all, emotional control and absolute composure were a commander's most essential traits.

It wasn't until the group arrived before a magnificent, towering spire that Hua Tian and the others finally came to a halt.

Everyone stared at Jiang Youning with speechless expressions—what on earth was that logic about bullying the weak and fearing the strong? Did her thought process really have to be so bizarre?

This was the exact doctrine the military lived by, and the same applied to managing those desperate outlaws and arms dealers, only far more ruthless and without a moment's hesitation to deal a fatal blow.

The armed separatist factions scattered across northern Myanmar were nothing more than toys in a child's hands, incapable of amounting to anything major. Zhou Hang couldn't be bothered to argue with them; he simply threw the headache to the general managers of his own security company and let them handle it themselves.

Zhou Hang was fortunate enough to witness the extraction of the first layer of raw stones from the Huika mining site and collected numerous top-tier jadeite ores, laying a solid resource advantage and financial foundation for his eventual rise as a world-class jadeite master.

"Is it on the mountain in the suburbs?" This massive emotional fluctuation allowed Kyubey to pinpoint Wu Fan's exact location, and the giant jellyfish began drifting in that direction, though at a very leisurely pace, roughly equivalent to a jog.

Since the Crown Prince was already aware that the Prince of Yong'an's Manor was stirring up trouble behind the scenes, did that mean the Emperor of Qingzhou knew as well?

Inside the box lay a silver-white bracer, possessing a lustrous sheen, remarkably thin, and feather-light in the hand.

The restaurant was severely understaffed and had strict requirements regarding the physical appearance of its servers. At present, among all the staff, only Wen Yang—with his gentle temperament and handsome features—fit the bill.

Jin Lufeng frowned, recalling how Bai Zhanji had previously walked into his office carrying a food container, claiming he had done him a huge favor and asking to be treated to dinner after work. Assuming it was a work-related matter, Jin hadn't inquired further. Could the problem lie right there?