Chapter 216: The Meaning

The little milk baby kept clinging to Shen Siyuan, making Ruan Hongzhuang feel a bit jealous.

While Shen Siyuan and Xu Liangyou were talking in the courtyard, she squatted quietly at his feet like a little frog.

At mealtime, she would also bring a small stool, squeeze in beside Shen Siyuan, and occasionally use her own small chopsticks to pick meat from her bowl and give it to Shen Siyuan.

Watching her chopstick movements, so unsteady that she could barely hold them, could melt anyone's heart.

"Tang Tang really likes you.

Fan Ziru's powers of observation were very strong; to avoid being exposed, He Yunxiao deliberately ramped up his acting, constantly recalling his own past miserable experiences to create the current sorrowful mood.

Although many people despised Cao Potian's character, they had to admit that his strength was formidable.

Although the current situation appears peaceful on the surface, beneath it lies a surging undercurrent filled with countless dangers.

The Russian was stunned by his momentum and the translation explaining the meaning of his final words; his thick lips trembled, and he dared not open his mouth again. After all, this was not his own country; he had heard that Chinese merchants were the most resourceful, connected from the highest government offices down to the underworld, and if he provoked them into anger and they harmed him, it would not be worth the loss.

Naruto did not continue to beg him, because the detailed rules for the martial arts competition had not yet been fully finalized; once the rules were released, perhaps he could use them to achieve his goal of protecting Duanmu Yi.

Naruto closed his eyes, ignoring her voice, and seeing her wake up, immediately increased the transmission of spiritual energy.

The three appeared to move slowly, but in reality, they were drifting forward at a speed that covered nearly three zhang with every single step.

Since arriving at the Empress Dowager's side, Lv Liang had been awkward from start to finish. Now that He Yuanhao had arrived, the awkwardness only increased. After all, Lv Liang had frequently associated with Wuqing Hou in the past; now that the camps had switched, he could hardly even speak. They could only look at each other in silence, with tears streaming down their faces.

Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Jiang Ruochen glanced at the brightly lit Jin Ling city at the foot of the mountain, sighed softly, and walked down the mountain path step by step.

"Hey, Onnie, you're so cute; maybe people just like someone like you." Yu Lan didn't mind; in her eyes, her own Onnie was the best and most adorable.

After speaking, Chen Mengyao pulled up a video on her phone, showing surveillance footage from a certain highway service area; it was past ten in the morning when a Golden Dragon bus drove in. After stopping, a middle-aged man got off alone; it was indeed Xiao Xiangrong.

"Brother! I'm wearing more than you, right!" I said, my gaze slowly moving down from my covered face, passing over the single-row buttons and dark embroidery of his short jacket, then further down, until it reached the cloth shoes on his feet, which were of the same color scheme and also embroidered with dark patterns.

In Wenwan Bing's pair of large eyes, there always seemed to be many stories hidden, like the sediment of time; looking at them for too long would evoke a feeling called sorrow.

Li Nanyan still did not move, yet the aura surrounding him was enough to make people involuntarily shrink back.

Just as Xiangyang was preparing to reply, there was a loud "Bang," and the courtyard gate of the house opened from the inside, swinging back and forth, making a creaking, groaning sound.

"Uh—" I held my breath; A Quan, A Kang, and the others burst out laughing all at once, making me feel even more deflated.

It's just that Tongtong is the only one. In this world, no one else can replace her.

The man's back remained motionless; he simply raised his hand to his lips, and before long, wisps of smoke curled out from his mouth.

By the time she had sorted everything out, Professor Xu's campus sketching class had long since begun.

But this mess still had to keep running; money was needed everywhere, and persisting for these several months had already left Yao Chong stretched to his limits.

Yun Jinyao let her mind wander, yet her eyes remained fixed on Huang Ji and Di Yutian; she really wanted to see the two of them fight, feeling a sort of illusion of witnessing history.

Zheng Yan glanced at the people around him; with a single raised hand, a very loud shell shot up into the sky and then exploded.