Chapter 132: The Parents of Duoduo

Lin Jianming is exactly seventy this year, and his wife Song Qingwei is two years younger than him.

Both have long since retired, and all company affairs are now handled by their son Lin Libo.

Because he came from the military and married late, his son Lin Libo is only forty-three, still in his prime.

Lin Libo is busy with company matters daily; his wife Huang Jiayuan takes care of the household. They have a son, Lin Wentao, who is thirteen and in junior high.

People used to say that time slows down when it snows, because each snowflake falling retreats a fraction of a second into the past.

Su Ni froze, lifted her head, slowed her biting into the pig’s trotter, and her big eyes sparkled as she looked from Chen Laoda to Teacher Zheng.

After all, An Jingrou didn’t poison Feng Tingchuan. Even if she ignores it, he won’t die—just feel worse.

She thought that, given her current relationship with Mu Chengxian, he would nod without hesitation.

Xiao Song tried several times to tell the servant: “Your second young master fears his elder brother!” But he thought better of it. If this got out, it would become an issue.

She once thought the darkness of human nature she’d witnessed was enough—but now she knew, the human heart can only grow darker, never reach its darkest.

My mother told me to treat my father well, no matter what—he is my father, the one who gave me life and raised me.

He suffers terribly; as a man, enduring this horrific curse has become his mental torment.

Before he could break free, two more chains wrapped around his body and neck. Now he was truly trapped, and the five fire birds lunged at him.

Saying this, he raised his cup, using tea as wine, and clinked it against Su Ni’s and Zhang Wei’s drinks.

Having understood this point about stopping nausea, Liu Jianing also clearly knew that if possible, he must keep pushing himself harder.

Thus, thinking of this, Liu Jianing’s eyes now held a glimmer of determination—he knew he must keep striving now more than ever.

Huo Xiu’s face grew even more smug. For this day, he had ordered craftsmen to design and forge this special food box months ago; the box alone was worth ten thousand taels of silver, not to mention the ice transported along the way. Winter ice, stored in cellars, was nearly exhausted now that summer had passed, and ice was hardest to find.

Nishino Maki suddenly lifted her head, her violet-blue eyes gazing over, disbelieving.

Early defense tower damage was extremely high, and Liu Jianing’s War King charged straight toward it. In no time, the War King’s health was depleted; just as the tower’s final attack was about to kill him, a roar suddenly rang out.

Peng Shinian had already spoken with Feng Yiming on the way to pick someone up, knowing this matter couldn’t be casually mentioned—he stammered for half a while but said nothing.

This man was always impeccably polite; even if the next second he would fight to the death with his opponent, he would still maintain perfect manners now.

Guo Dalu stared at the green ox in silence, silently deducing the white ox’s origins. There were only two possible outcomes: either he deduced it, or if not, at least he knew its origin was extraordinary.

After hearing Zhang Lin’s words, Ouyang Yufei felt disheartened; she hadn’t expected this situation. Had she known, she would have bought the tickets days ago, no matter how busy she was.

Li Lin looked over—sure enough, their side had already reached five deaths, with only ten enemies killed. That meant the other four had killed two system characters, still ordinary units, yet at the cost of three deaths.

When she picked up the steamed sturgeon, her chopsticks paused—Xiang County Prince never ate this fish. Had he changed his taste after rebirth, or was he only eating the side dishes with the fish?