Chapter 868: Girls

Do you all know Senior He Chen?

Yang Jiaqian, sensing the tension, quickly stepped in to defuse it, while voicing the question she’d been curious about.

This drew the sudden, synchronized gaze of Princess Huangfu and Fan Xiaoyu; before they could chorus their accusations, Yang Jiaqian hurried to explain.

“Don’t misunderstand—I only heard the campus legends about Senior He Chen when I arrived, so I knew of him, that’s all—I’m nothing like you two!”

“Hah!”

Song Fang and Xu Rongyan, sitting ahead of me, kept kissing and taking photos—whether deliberately or not, it made me feel awkward. I wonder if Ye Han also feels this way?

At that moment, Mo Jingyuan sat in the large armchair in his office, frowning as he slammed down his coffee cup in anger.

One after another, they blamed poor market development, lack of market, no business, and so on.

“What do you think?” he raised an eyebrow, asking me—was this even a question? His eyes made it clear: absolutely not.

The security guard seemed aroused, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving, attempting to force a kiss.

She had no idea why Mo Lingran had suddenly told her this—An Ruoran felt that if she simply ignored it, nothing much would come of it.

No matter which country you’re in, many couples in love go from romantic gestures one moment to being hopelessly apart the next.

In the upper-right corner of the virtual pod, the Death Angel’s current acceleration showed 17,823g—an overload so extreme that if directly transmitted to the pod, Zhang Yuan would be instantly crushed to death, and the pod would be destroyed.

Mo Youting was stunned by the sudden turn of events; he stood frozen for several seconds before limping into the bathroom, his leg aching. Du Ruo had already finished vomiting—all liquid, she hadn’t eaten properly in days.

After that incident, Lan Lianxue had long been blacklisted by Sers. Someone like her didn’t deserve his attention at all.

“Senior Zhong was ambushed,” he replied briefly, then focused entirely on healing Zhong Yingfen.

The stone niche trembled like a nest in a storm, on the verge of collapse. Cracks spread across the surrounding walls, widening and extending, as misty stone dust “sifted” down, choking the air.

How is that troublemaker doing now? I haven’t contacted Donghai in a long time—I even changed my phone number and didn’t tell Lingling. She must be very worried.

“True enough,” Simon chuckled. Andrew had indeed become one of the old man’s most agonizing concerns.

Kate and the old man were in the same hospital; Natasha could easily find him. But when she reached his ward, she stopped. After much hesitation, she turned and left, preparing to call Li Er.

By the time the two reached their classroom, class had already started—luckily, it was Professor Lin’s math class. Tang Jin and Li Yueyang slipped in quietly through the back door. The old principal’s poor eyesight caught something, but he couldn’t make it out; he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyelids, and continued teaching.

When you give your all, and someone accuses you of hidden motives, it’s infuriating. Everyone has felt wronged—I’ll say this briefly, feel free to ignore me as if I’m just blowing smoke.

The soldiers outside the operating room were Ye Fan’s comrades. Not long ago, they received a top-secret mission to explore an unknown region—but shortly after arriving, they were attacked by an extremely dangerous force.

Lin Yi took the opportunity to closely examine Jin Yang Fortress: its towering walls curled and rose like a giant serpent coiled atop the mountain peak, faintly revealing its formidable presence.

Liu Jiang drew a deep breath. How could he not be furious? But months ago, his Dongyang Sect had refused the state’s offer of surrender. If he continued to resist, he had no idea what Cao Xiuming might do to exploit the situation.