Chapter 180: Father and Son

Zhao Dezhu put down his phone, walked to the door, yanked it open violently, but found nothing—only then did he lean against the doorframe, gasping for breath.

It took a long while before he caught his breath again.

He thought to himself: "Could it be that I've been too tired lately? I even saw my son."

But lately, there haven't been many things to do.

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

Lawyer Zhao, though a "Red

Looking at Feng Minyi's expression, Wang Yiyao couldn't help but recall her own situation when she first transmigrated.

This was also why the black-clothed man had been so stunned when he saw Meng Lige take form.

Zhu Lu looked around, then suddenly got up and ran off; A Ke looked up, watching Zhu Lu's figure grow ever more distant, wondering what good idea he might have come up with.

Wang Yiyao took the child; Huan shoved a piece of pastry into her mouth—it was sweet to the core. Back in the room, the child, likely tired, fell asleep after being rocked for a while.

When their eyes met, both unconsciously recalled what had happened in the carriage last night, and quickly looked away.

In just over two months, he had already crossed the entire Golden Core stage; though Huo Ling'er was unreliable, this gift was truly powerful.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Li An shut the door with a mysterious air; Qin Ruoyu saw his demeanor and knew something was up.

After his shock, Xiao Yi had wanted to warn Zhou Fuchen to keep a low profile, but then realized it wasn't her fault—he had no right to lecture her.

Zhou Fuchen was in an excellent mood today and showed more patience toward Xiao Yi, staying with him to drink wine.

Zhou Fuchen figured since her home was already exposed, she no longer cared that Xiao Yi had been following her—especially since he had saved her.

Suddenly, the entire vehicle shook violently; Jierman spun around just in time to see a massive crimson-yellow fireball erupt from his estate.

As a result, Feng Yini's marriage arrangements were nearly settled; by lunchtime, it was already decided.

"What about Ziyan? Are you going to let her suffer like this for the rest of her life?" Madam Yu pressed.

In Piaomiao Sect, Qing Yun constantly felt uneasy lately, as if something was about to happen.

An Ran heard him say that and remembered the fierce battle she'd just endured on Yunxiao Mountain—her body was already stained crimson by the blood mist from combat.

Ruoxi was stunned; her hand holding the red silk trembled involuntarily, and his large hand covered hers—warm and thoughtful.

"Mm." The man replied coldly; the scar on his face lay still, giving him an air of dread.

Ran Wei got down from the kang, straightened her clothes, then calmly went to the kitchen, picked up a leftover firewood stick, and placed it behind the door.

Even now, the two children are under six years old, yet they already have a private tutor teaching them at home.

"Madam, today was Li's concubine's first visit to pay respects—shouldn't you dress up nicely to put her in her place…?" July frowned.

He returned to his previous spot and poured the ladle of water into the flowerpot, but it had no effect.

"Yes. Thank you." Wang Yan bowed deeply; she knew what five percent equity meant.

Lu Shaoqi had thought they were finished, but seeing Gu Ruochu fighting so desperately against the evil forces, how could he back down?

At this point, hearing Qingmu Changzhong's words, he couldn't hold it in—coughing painfully, he spat out another thick stream of blood.

"I want to see just how sharp this sword really is!" Lu Chenyuan strode straight to the Chan Yi Sword, reached out, and pulled it fully from its sheath.

In the instant he fell from the wall, the Black and White Impermanents, ignoring the pain, both rolled over and knelt on the ground.