Chapter 166: 165 This is your boss digging a pit for you

He immediately pulled out his phone and called Li Liang.

“Li Liang, come over here—I need to ask you something.”

“Coming.”

A few minutes later, Li Liang knocked and entered.

“Assistant Fang, what is it?”

“Look here,” Fang Qingye pointed to the signature on the document: “Did you sign this?”

Li Liang seemed to have expected this, smiling as he explained: “No, this was signed by the clerk impersonating my signature.”

Tang Miaomiao hadn’t finished speaking when the person before her vanished like a gust of wind.

The main gate of Song Huayuan faces away from the garden, but there’s a back door beside it, through which Ya Rong often goes to admire the flowers.

Ling Qianjue longed to keep her here forever, inseparable—but Feng Mo’s urging echoed outside, constantly reminding him this place was unsuitable.

Though she was over forty, she was well-maintained: her skin was pale, smooth, and fine, with no wrinkles around her eyes, and her peach-pit-shaped eyes slightly drooped.

Moreover, Qi Fan seemed to be avoiding this dinner tonight—after returning and settling for a while, he’d sneak out again under some excuse. No, he must follow him—had he really met friends just now? Or was there some secret he couldn’t reveal?

“Maybe he has some feelings for me?” Qi Fan suddenly felt unsure—he’d just picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant when his hand trembled and dropped it on the table.

By the time Chu Chu finished curling her long hair with a curling iron, skillfully braiding it into a plait, and coiling the top half into a beautiful bun, Qiao Xi was still struggling with her eyelid tape.

But since Xu Si said to dress nicely, Song Ran pulled out a dress she’d kept at the bottom of her closet.

Guan Junfeng felt he was truly ill: since being admitted to the hospital, his heart had been pounding nonstop; seeing Da Luo made his emotions impossible to control, and now, after hearing his words, his heart plummeted from peak to valley—as if he’d had a heart attack?

That night, Di Yunchen and Tang Miaomiao had a deep conversation; from then on, Tang Miaomiao never left Di Yunchen behind again.

Peng Xing briefly explained the situation on the mountain, preparing everyone mentally. Then the group set off in a large procession toward the mountain.

Moreover, he was currently learning the Level I technique recorded in the materials: “Invisible Blade”—a technique capable of generating silent, invisible, sharp energy blades.

Also, someone seemed to be secretly suppressing her; in just half a month since entering the entertainment industry, she was already struggling to move forward.

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes, studying the “Ghost Mask Veil,” recalling the sensation just now… after putting it on, a flood of negative emotions instantly invaded his spiritual sea.

“Qinghua-san, first ask the shopkeeper why he wants to see Shinazaki-kun,” Sanzai Zhishi reminded.

Pei Fenglai remained calm, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the door, his face still carrying that faint, elusive interest.

“Hirisa, don’t randomly take others’ dishes, especially from boys,” Chiye Zhidong reminded.

Around twenty years old, his appearance surpassed that of most nobles—even unadorned, with messy hair—and his powerful physique was uncommon among mortals.

So all that hesitation, all that half-spoken words, and finally you give me that martyr’s expression just to say this?

Siye Ying’s mind once again recalled how she had been bound in the abandoned classroom under the sunset.

A dark shadow suddenly shot out from the center of the island, speeding toward Wei Er.

“Who knows? Made it so mysterious, and it turns out to be just this kind of art piece you can only look at but not touch…” Wei Er sighed helplessly.

Many 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 enter; they had merely surrounded all downhill paths, waiting for Xia Lan to arrive and take charge.