Chapter 175: Drowned by Jumping into the River

"Sister Duoduo, let me tell you, I went on a roller coaster with Mommy. It was so, so high, and so much fun!"

"Oh, I've ridden a big airplane, flying in the sky," Duoduo said, casting her a sideways glance.

"That's not the same," Dou Dou said, growing anxious at her words.

"How is it not the same? It's higher than you, and you can see white clouds floating... hehe..."

Speaking of floating white clouds, she suddenly remembered her own name.

"That's not the same,"

Wu Ai looked deeply at Shou Si for a moment, nodded, and walked out. Ming Lu also left reluctantly.

In the blink of an eye, they suddenly heard a faint creaking sound, and several people jumped in fright. It turned out that Concubine Lou had touched a snake-carved wooden piece on the bedside table. Curious, she gently twisted it with her hand, and that sound was heard. Looking around, she found nothing unusual in the surroundings.

"I'm sorry, if you are here to cause trouble, please leave. Otherwise, I will call the security guards to escort you out." Jiang Jingluo's expression had lost all its smile. Having just been slapped without cause, she had nowhere to vent her anger. Now, the other party was even accusing her of stealing her man?! It was truly absurd.

Suddenly, a faint sneer and an extreme sense of danger made Wu He Wei's heart instantly freeze to the ice point.

Wanyan Liang warned, shouting, "Zhao Yun." What did she take herself for? Jian Wei looked at him as if he were calling her, but the name Zhao Yun was utterly unfamiliar.

"Uncle Vellas, you drive back first; my friends and I will walk back." Li Ganglei did not hesitate, climbing straight out of the sedan car... A detail worth noting: before he climbed out of the car, he swept all the chocolate from the table into his pockets.

"If you had met Sun Yiling earlier instead of meeting Jiang Jingluo, things wouldn't be like this now!" Ling Haoxuan suddenly said.

She didn't even know who she was hitting, yet she smiled and added, "Yes, hit her!" She was the one being hit; if she could get some snacks to eat at this moment, it would be even more perfect.

Previously at the Pingzhou public auction, a colorless glass-type jade weighing about six kilograms sold for a high price of thirty-eight hundred yuan. This colorless glass-type jade is even superior, and the weight is almost the same; Zhou You estimates it could sell for forty million.

Shopkeeper Qian had worked in the pawnshop for decades; he was invited back to appraise treasures. In all these years, he had never misjudged a single treasure, and his appraisals were done with just a glance under an oil lamp, immediately stating the price. Today, however, he spent a great deal of effort yet still could not state the price, which made him somewhat strange.

Sister Qing sat motionless in the executive chair, her eyes vacant, staring at the distant air. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation of eye contact, as if a pair of eyes in the air opposite her were glaring at her in anger.

How could the production team possibly take back the money that had been given? The director originally intended to refuse, but he didn't expect the two sisters to be so insistent.

Claiming he had chopped off the arm of King He Lu of Wu and killed his entire family, holding an unforgivable grudge against him, Qingji, moved by his own tragic fate, took him in and held him in high regard. During a boat trip, Yao Li seized the opportunity and stabbed Qingji from behind. Qingji, a man of divine valor, after being struck by the sword, grabbed Yao Li's leg with one hand and lifted him high into the air.

Seeing nothing else inside the music box, Qian Yaya casually tossed the music box into the drawer and left.

"Of course. But what help do you need, Narcissa? If you imagine I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I'm afraid that is hopeless, not a shred of hope." Professor Snape said.

"Alright, let's be honest. Since we are traveling around the world, we must plan a route, right? From where to where?" Ji Qingcheng asked.

Professor Snape said nothing. He averted Narcissa's gaze, refusing to look at her tears, as if he found them indecorous, but he could not pretend not to hear her words.