Chapter 737: A Trifle, Too Arrogant; A Moderate Gesture, Perhaps

"Then let's just forget it."

"Too expensive, too expensive. No way, no way."

"I should go to school first."

"..."

Almost at the same time, Harry Kane, Neymar, and Rashford, the three kids who wanted to attend Zhou Yi's concert to broaden their horizons, decisively gave up after learning the sky-high prices from friends and family.

Three days ago, they had thought the scalpers' ticket prices were inflated and might drop, but now

Regardless, anyone who dared to challenge her, she would have to defeat one by one; otherwise, losing to someone else would be harder for her to accept than being killed.

Chang Ge was just about to settle the score with him when a guest arrived outside; Chang Ge could only glare at him angrily and go out to greet the customer.

After James said that, Bishop suddenly felt much more at ease, but immediately felt even more confused: what exactly was the reason that made James like Tong Zhaohua so much?

"Isn't that simple? Assassins usually operate at night. Black helps with concealment, and even if injured, bloodstains aren't easily visible." Beiming Che answered proudly.

Lian Qiao took out the second set of clothes she had prepared and thought to herself, So His Highness Ye Wang truly is a master of foresight; I'm glad I brought this outfit along.

By this time, it was already noon, mealtime. Everyone found a nearby restaurant, finished their work meal, and continued the afternoon patrol.

Su Ziyin made light of the situation, trying to make him stop looking at her as if she were something else.

"Of course it's something good, darling. You'll know its use in a moment." Seeing that Su Man's consciousness was almost crumbling, Wang Qi couldn't have been more delighted. He had long set his sights on Su Man; there were many beauties in the entertainment industry, but someone like Su Man, a snow lotus atop a high mountain, was extremely rare.

This was his assessment of Yan Xi: she could have reduced her own harm, but insisted on saving face and suffering needlessly.

Actually, Dou Dou was surrounded by people, and Lin Shuang went up to help. Here's how it happened.

Footsteps came from outside. Xu Hui frowned, Bai Fu stared at the outside in shock, his gaze slightly fearful.

A heavy sense of panic and unease suddenly rose in Ning Xiu's heart. She keenly realized that since the Empress Dowager could think to use the spies she had previously planted in the palace to set this trap, she must already suspect her. What exactly must she do to successfully escape the current danger?

"If anyone should be thanking, it should be me thanking you." Ning Jianyan looked at her, his eyes so deep they seemed to reflect Qi Anluo's figure.

Qi Chisu wondered what Ling Xueli's brain was made of; was it filled entirely with tofu?

Qianlong knew Xiao Yan had always wished to practice medicine throughout the world. Therefore, after passing the throne to the Eleventh Golden Age, Yongxing, Qianlong accompanied Xiao Yan on incognito travels, practicing medicine everywhere. Their footsteps covered Qianshan and Gaoshan, and they lived like ordinary commoners, experiencing a different kind of life.

He already had an old injury, and now, caught in the rain on a rainy day, he contracted a cold, causing cold qi to stagnate within his body and his blood vessels to become blocked. The imperial physician prescribed medicine, gave instructions, and then withdrew.

"The previous dynasty is already in the past; the past cannot be retrieved. Live in the present!" With those words, the carriage gradually moved farther away.

"It won't take long. You don't need to worry about me. Colonel Lei, take Tianyi back to her room to rest! I'll take down and wash the bedding and such from Old Mr. Qin's room." Chen Yun wore a faint smile on her face, her eyes full of warmth, no longer as rigid and calm as when she first arrived at the house.

Murong Xuan and Duan Tuyan talked about many things; most of the conversation was idle chat, but idle chat had its benefits—at least Duan Tuyan was not as afraid as at the beginning.

Not long after, a polite knock sounded at the door. Shen Mobei replied faintly. The person opened the door and entered; he was an extremely ordinary middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.