Chapter 180: Father and Son

Zhao Dezhu put down his phone, walked to the door, and yanked it open, only to find nothing there. Only then did he lean against the doorframe, gasping for breath.

It took him quite a while to recover.

He thought, "Could it be that I've been too tired lately? I'm even seeing my son."

But there hadn't been much going on recently either.

Suspicious, he walked back to his seat, picked up the phone, and dialed Ruan Hongzhuang again.

Although Attorney Zhao was "Hong

Looking at Feng Minyi's appearance, Wang Yiyao couldn't help but recall the moment she had just transmigrated over.

This was also why the black-clad man had been so shocked when he saw Menglige condense into a physical form.

Zhu Lu looked left and right, then suddenly got up and ran off. A'ke raised her head, watching Zhu Lu's figure grow farther and farther away, not knowing what brilliant idea Zhu Lu had come up with.

Wang Yiyao took the child, and Huan'er stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth—it was so sweet it went straight to her heart. Back in the room, the child was probably sleepy; she held and rocked him for a while, and he fell asleep.

When their gazes met, both of them couldn't help but think of what had happened in the carriage the night before, and quickly looked away from each other.

In just over two months, she had blazed through the entire Core Formation stage. Although Su Nuannuan was rather unreliable, this gift was truly powerful.

Just as he entered the bedroom, Li An mysteriously shut the door. Qin Ruoyu took one look at his manner and knew something was up.

After the shock wore off, Xiao Yi had originally wanted to advise Zhou Fuchen to keep a low profile, but then he thought it wasn't Zhou Fuchen's fault to begin with, and he had no standing to lecture her.

Zhou Fuchen was in a very good mood today and was a bit more patient with Xiao Yi, keeping him company as he drank.

Zhou Fuchen figured that since her home had already been exposed, there was no point in dwelling on Xiao Yi tailing her—besides, he had saved her.

Suddenly the entire carriage jolted violently. Jelman quickly turned his head, just in time to see a huge reddish-yellow fireball explode over his estate.

Because of this, the discussion of Feng Yini's marriage had been mostly settled, and by lunchtime it was already decided.

"Then what about Ziyan? Are you going to let her suffer like this for the rest of her life?" Lady Yu pressed, closing in for the kill.

In the Ethereal Sect, Qing Yun always felt a bit uneasy lately, as if something was about to happen.

Hearing him say this, An Ran suddenly remembered that she had just gone through a fierce battle at Yunxiao Mountain, and her body had long been stained bright red by the blood mist from the fight.

Ruoxi was startled; the hand holding the red silk trembled involuntarily, and his large hand covered hers—warm and very comforting.

"Mm." the man replied coldly. The scar on his face lay quietly against his skin, lending him an extra air of menace.

Ran Wei got down from the kang, tidied her clothes, then, without changing expression, went to the kitchen, picked up a tree branch left over from the noon burning, and placed it behind the bedroom door.

Moreover, the two children weren't even six years old yet, but they had already hired a tutor from the private school to teach them at home.

"Fujin, today is the first time that Consort Li has come to pay her respects. Shouldn't you dress up properly to put her in her place...?" Qi Yue said with a slight frown.

Then he returned to where he had been before and poured the ladle of water into the flowerpot, but it had no effect at all.

"Yes. Thank you." Wang Yan bowed deeply. She knew what a five percent share meant.

Lu Shaoqi had originally thought they were done for this time, but seeing Gu Ruochu fighting the evil forces so desperately, how could he possibly chicken out?

Hearing Aoki Nagatsuka's words at this moment, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Accompanied by a fit of painful coughing, he spat up another mouthful of thick blood.

"I want to see just how sharp this treasured sword really is!" Lu Chenyuan walked straight up to the Cicada-Wing Sword and reached out to pull it out entirely.

The instant they fell from the wall, the Black and White Impermanence ghosts ignored the pain and both flipped over to prostrate themselves on the ground.