Chapter 16

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It must be understood that nowadays, the neighborhood committee handles many matters—marriages, childbirth, and even free daycare centers. What happens when both parents work and have no time to care for their newborn? Li Yuanfang nodded, taking it as a sign that Di Renjie had tacitly agreed to listen, and began to speak.

Hearing such brazen words, the Xu family servant showed a brief flicker of surprise, but quickly resumed a serious expression and nodded firmly.

Then, Xiang Tianming relayed to Li Weidong the report from yesterday’s meeting with the team leader, along with the leader’s opinions.

Old Hong Liu, however, paid no attention to these matters; from the moment he appeared, he never once glanced at Xu Gong.

“Instructor Shu, you are a true man, brave and unmatched—why resort to such baseless rumors?” Mu Yicheng felt compelled to speak up.

The other party had initially intended to leave, but he was forcibly detained, insisting that he wait until after lunch before departing.

Zhao Xiangling puffed out her cheeks, wearing a sulky expression. Yet, the moist gleam in her peach blossom eyes betrayed her true feelings.

There were some things Lin Quan did not intend to tell Peilei—not out of distrust, but simply to avoid unnecessary trouble.

By now, a crowd had gathered all around, though everyone kept their distance, fearful of being caught up in the chaos.

“Damn it, the killer hasn’t made a move yet!” Zhuran couldn’t help but speak out. If the killer didn’t act soon, this would become a serious problem.

Fortunately, Yun Zhaoying had the foresight to bring food when picking up Xu Xian. Being able to celebrate the New Year with a proper meal—life was truly a blessing. This was Momo’s final thought after being intoxicated by Lady Bai for the second time.

This selection test was a knockout competition. Before entering, each of you would receive a badge, and you needed to collect two badges to pass. In other words, at least half of the hundred participants would be eliminated.

Jiang Yao emitted a muffled groan and propped himself up with the Shadow-Splitting Sword. Around him, divine powers formed a secluded space, striving to resist the illusion of his soul drifting away.

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Bang, bang...

Those dozen or so upper-rank true gods were like cannonballs shot from a barrel, blasted swiftly into the void and vanished without a trace.

In a moment of distraction, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as a powerful force hurled him backward.

She knew everything Chu Feng had endured inside the Three-Wonders Palace—those people, those events—clear as day.

The tavern suddenly fell silent. The mercenaries, like well-behaved children, sat quietly at their tables drinking. Blue's hand froze mid-air as he slowly lowered himself back onto his stool.

Feng, seeing Chu Feng’s agreement, wasted no words. Decisively, a crimson flame mark flew from between his brows, embedding directly into Chu Feng’s sea of consciousness.

Jiang Yao turned his head and saw Chen Yu approaching alongside a golden-haired ape, hunched over, dressed in official robes, and carrying a long staff.

The ancestral warlocks Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin exchanged glances, secretly giving a thumbs-up to the courageous Zhu Rong.

Master Xie had not yet arrived, and Xu Mingsheng was still in class; only Han Xinghui and Xu Zishan were busy in the courtyard.

Usually, someone would ask for leave during meetings, but all documents had to be completed, and the photos taken well in advance.

He opened the bag and took out a card, examining it repeatedly. The invitation to Heather Gucken was no different from those given to other guests—nothing special.

Li Bao raised his fist to strike, but Chen Feng caught it directly.

Luckily, he had divorced that unambitious, useless partner who didn’t know anything beyond serving others.

“Hmph,” Han Zhongjin glanced at Xu Zishan, who smiled brightly at him, causing all the harsh words in his mind to be swallowed back.

Han Shaoping slipped into Xu Zishan’s dormitory and told him about Chen Hui and Qian Cheng’s questioning.

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Diao Han was a man of stern features who usually, with minimal grooming, looked somewhat like a Western celebrity. Yet today, though dressed more meticulously than ever, he lacked his usual vigor. Instead, an air of decay and desolation clung to him, as if something precious had been taken away.

This joint military operation was meant to be secret, so they would not publicize it widely. If the people of Tricolor Flower learned of it and scattered, it would become difficult to eliminate them.

As soon as Sangzi stepped into the room, an aged voice drifted from the darkness, carrying an inscrutable tone of inquiry—uncertain if it was fear.

“…He is my boss.” Half the boss, really; the director had approved that he would follow him these days until the competition ended, then return to the hospital.

When Xiao Fanru returned, she went straight to the pet shop. Her face was pale, and the slight baby fat she once had had greatly diminished. The weight loss made her eyes appear even larger.

“Count me in,” said an elder of the Undying Fortress coldly. He was the great emperor who had spoken with Lin Jiufeng before, harboring such hatred for Lin Jiufeng that he wished to devour him alive.

“Your uncle just asked about you and said to come with me,” He Qi said, pulling He Junjun along to leave.

Potatoes were Baili Tian’s favorite food. Many things became cloying after too much, but potatoes were among the few foods he never tired of.

Lin Jiufeng smiled contentedly. The atmosphere at Phoenix Academy was truly pleasant, making one feel at ease.

When told to their parents, they eagerly hoped their two children would spend more time together, preferably becoming a couple.

But the bad news was that from the dust kicked up by the great tree crashing to the ground, a terrifying red light suddenly flared.