Chapter 83: Don

After teasing her until she doubted her own existence, He Chen continued walking toward the bike shed.

Nan Xiangwan stood frozen for a moment, her expression contorting, then sprinted again, her single ponytail bouncing as she chased after him—only to be suddenly blocked.

“Why are you blocking me?”

Nan Xiangwan glared at Deng Xiaoqi’s suddenly appearing long legs, displeased.

The other girl’s beauty matched hers, but her figure was far superior, especially those long legs—enviable, even infuriating.

“Let me show you our new dance—you’re the first person to witness our exquisite movements,” Tian Bing said, closing his eyes and grinning foolishly.

“Since your master called you to eat, don’t rush—go speak properly with Manager Mu later, she’ll agree. Hurry up and pack your things; we’re leaving soon,” Mo Ming chuckled, watching Shen Qiulan’s reluctant hesitation.

“But…” Ning Ruoxue knew the situation couldn’t afford delay, yet letting this chance at breakthrough slip away so easily felt like a waste.

Then Ye Feng placed the wooden sword into his Qiankun cloth bag, and only after finishing did he hurry toward the three blue-clad beauties.

The disciples of the three Heaven-ranked sects totaled roughly five hundred, nearly all at the late Foundation Establishment stage; even if they weren’t from Heaven-ranked sects, Lan Yuanfeng dared not treat them lightly.

“Yes, Lu Jun is right—too perfect is no longer perfect,” Liu Meng nodded.

Five years ago, my second brother insisted Tang Qian wasn’t dead—he turned A City upside down—but found not a trace of her. Everyone around him, including Su Mo, said she was dead; they’d seen her shot, dragged back into the cabin—how could she have survived?

The police dared not rush forward, fearing they’d provoke Wang Xiaojing, so they tried to stall for time.

“Exchange my own happiness for my mother’s!” Jia Yin thought, then fell silent.

Zhou Ye nodded and taught her step by step how to act. After sorting everything out, Su Yanxi was taken by the director’s assistant to their dressing room for makeup.

Not only were the prop crew discussing this, but some stunt performers present were talking about it too.

Fang Yanqing received a letter from He Yu saying their school’s club wanted to send volunteers to the academy; they’d come to visit in a few days before discussing long-term part-time arrangements. Fang Yanqing happily agreed—free instructors were too good to refuse.

No sooner had he finished speaking than dozens more figures decisively left the square. Old Dean Shen Feng, silently watching them depart, spoke again, calm and unhurried.

Qing Ya opened the back door’s latch and pushed the panel open, letting Fang Yanqing go first—she was about to close it when she heard a voice.

He must make him pay the proper price—this was such an outrageous act. If a hospital doctor secretly took the child away, what was his intent? What did he truly want to do?

“He arrived yesterday. After showing him the jade pendant, he collapsed in pain; I had no choice but to let him sleep overnight in the Eastern Courtyard. But I never expected he’d flee in such panic just now,” Mo Nanchen’s reaction was as unexpected to Li Xiangsi as it was to others.

She was prettier than Su Yanxi, more talented—why couldn’t she surpass Su Yanxi? That’s why she resented it.

Though she believed she could match Li Xiangsi, everything about her made her feel she wasn’t even worthy to carry Li Xiangsi’s shoes.

Li Minhyun shook his head: “We won’t lay a hand on you, but you know—TUG has many employees; you can’t protect them all.”

He swept his sleeve and left, finally realizing his father would one day use a blade to kill—using every means to prevent him from marrying a fan as his wife.