Chapter 166: 165 This is a trap your boss dug for you

165 This is a trap your boss dug for you.

He immediately took out his phone and called Li Liang.

"Li Liang, come over, I need to ask you something."

"Right away."

A few minutes later, Li Liang knocked and entered.

"Assistant Fang, what is it?"

"Look here." Fang Qing pointed to the signature in the documents: "Did you sign this?"

Li Liang seemed to have known all along and explained with a smile: "No, the handler signed it on my behalf, imitating my signature."

"Do you have something to ask?" Tang Miaomiao hadn't finished speaking when the person before her vanished like a gust of wind.

The main gate of Song Huayuan faced away from the garden, but there was a back door right by the garden, and Yaron often used it to go to the garden to admire the flowers.

Ling Qianjue wished he could keep her here forever, never to be separated, but Feng Mo's urging sounded outside, constantly reminding him that this place was not suitable.

Although she was over forty, she was well-maintained; her skin was white, smooth, and delicate, with no traces of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her peach-pit-shaped eyes slanted slightly downward.

Moreover, Qi Fan seemed to be deliberately or accidentally avoiding this dinner party tonight; after stabilizing for a while, he found another excuse to slip out quietly. No, I must follow and see. Did he really meet a friend just now? Could there be some unspeakable secret?

"There must be some affection, right?" Qi Fan actually felt a bit insecure; he had just picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant, but his hand trembled and dropped it on the table.

By the time Chuchu had finished curling her long hair with a curling iron, skillfully braided it into a fishtail braid, and pinned the upper part into a beautiful bun, Qiao Xi was still struggling with her double-eyelid tape.

But since Xu Si said to dress up a bit, Song Ran picked out a dress from the bottom of her trunk.

Guan Junfeng felt he was truly sick; from the moment he moved into the hospital until now, his heart had been pounding. Seeing Daluo made him unable to control his emotions, and now, after hearing his words, his heart dropped from the peak to the valley bottom, as if he were having a heart attack?

That night, Di Yunchen and Tang Miaomiao had a deep exchange, and since then, Tang Miaomiao never left Di Yunchen alone to go out by herself again.

Peng Xing briefly explained the situation on the mountain to them so everyone could be mentally prepared. Then the group marched majestically up the mountain.

Moreover, he was currently learning the Tier 1 technique recorded in the data, "Blade of the Formless"—a technique capable of creating silent and invisible sharp energy blades.

Moreover, she didn't know who was suppressing her from the shadows; she had only entered the entertainment industry for half a month, yet she was already struggling to move forward.

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes, examining the "Ghost Mask," recalling the sensation just now... After wearing it, a massive amount of negative emotions instantly invaded his spiritual sea.

"Sakura-chan, ask the manager first what she wants with Mr. Kanzaki," Michiyo Yuzuki reminded.

Pei Fenglai remained calm, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the door, his face still bearing that faint hint of interest.

"Hrisa, you can't just pick food from others' plates, especially from boys," Chiba Shidori reminded.

Around twenty years old, with a handsomeness surpassing most nobles, and this was even before Ron had carefully groomed himself, with messy hair at that, plus that strong physique, which was not common among mortals either.

So you hesitated, stopped speaking then wanted to speak again for so long, and finally, with a look of selfless sacrifice, you just wanted to say this?

The scene of herself being tied up in the abandoned teaching building under the sunset flashed through Shiyechi's mind again.

A black shadow suddenly darted out from the center of the island, flying rapidly toward Wei Er's direction.

"Who knows? They made it so mysterious, only for it to turn out to be an artwork that can only be looked at but not touched..." Wei Er expressed helplessness.

A large number of police had already gathered at the foot of the mountain, but Xia Lan had repeatedly instructed them not to act rashly, so no one dared to enter the mountain; they simply surrounded all the roads leading down, waiting for Xia Lan to come and take charge of the situation.