Chapter 23: Gentle Treatment
In the East City villa, Fang Zhixu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, chain-smoking one cigarette after another.
He had heard from Aunt Jiang that Zhao Baitong said the apartment was repaired, but she wouldn’t be returning to live in the East City villa for the time being. Fang Zhixu had never given the repairmen Zhao Baitong’s number, so how did she receive the notice before him?
With suspicion, Fang Zhixu drove to the foot of her apartment building and saw her barefoot…
Lan Yu had always been renowned as a military prodigy, a brilliant general, but whenever it came to palace intrigues and political scheming, his skills appeared somewhat lacking.
Helpless, Bick, who was enjoying tea in paradise, had no choice but to give up his blissful life and notify Lord Yanmo to send him to hell.
The Frenchman's reckless words enraged the other Manchester City players and their loyal fans. As a result, the club, burdened with £63 million in debt, was eager to offload him to the transfer market to shed his hefty wages and quell internal grievances—provided the price was right.
In the football world, Brazil is synonymous with strength. Every position is typically filled by a prodigy. Yet, this generation of Brazil’s under-19 team was dubbed by the media as "starless" and "the most ordinary Brazilian squad in history."
“Mom, will you still play with us later?” he asked, though deep down he hoped she wouldn’t join.
“Lin Daqiang, remember this: stay away from my mother. If you dare set foot near Sujia Village again, I’ll show you what death looks like,” Bu Linglong said, ignoring Lin Daqiang’s fierce glare, issuing her final warning.
There was also a concern that if she and Qiu Yunbo’s divorce became unstable in the future, with the Qiu family’s influence, they would surely take Allen away.
The next day, after boarding the plane to the UK, Xia Yumo found an excuse to leave early, saying she was going to meet her best friend.
Chen Limo sighed silently. The girl clearly hadn’t eaten enough, but he couldn’t force her, fearing she might think she was being pushed away for eating too much.
As soon as the words fell, a hush descended. If those two issues weren’t resolved, Ouyang Lian’s once-upturned lips would suddenly fall in a storm of anger.
Ouyang Lian got into his sports car, closed the door, buckled Ouyang Qianlong’s seatbelt, put a wireless earphone in his left ear, and immediately dialed the old butler.
“Still not coming out?” With one strike, Fu Yi quickly dealt with the so-called hidden man, then snorted coldly.
Liu Wu smiled bitterly, knowing he wouldn’t hear anything good. Sure enough. “Thanks for your concern, I’ll take care of myself.” After expressing gratitude, Liu Wu tried to change the subject; discussing these matters with Yu Anmin was unwise.
Yet despite this, aside from those represented by Ginkgo and the mourning elders, who bore an unbridgeable hatred toward the demon clan, a large portion chose to remain neutral.
Without a word, Gong Yuchen strode into Lin Shuxin’s room, breaking down the door without regard for her feelings.
Those around let out disgusted laughter. The men scattered nearby gathered around, each wanting to see Jiang Qiaoer’s pure and innocent appearance, hoping to view her pitiful demeanor.
She was not clairvoyant, but she knew He Shan’s character well. Today’s use of a sleeping needle, though unexpected, was reminiscent of similar tactics.
Qu Nange was already exhausted. The sweat pouring down him, combined with his proximity to her, caused his nerves to relax, and he drifted off drowsily.
In the Zhao family, Mrs. Zhuang had always focused solely on perfecting her culinary skills, cooking delicious meals for everyone, seemingly without any other talents.
Humans have martial arts, the mutated beasts possess innate abilities, and the Silver Wolf’s gift, beyond its formidable physique, was its most troublesome sonic attack.
“He was an old man, his face pale and blue, covered in wrinkles, looking frightening under the dim light.”