Chapter 260: 017 Attention

WeChat Company completed a new round of funding.

Yu Xing did not publicly disclose the funding amount within the company, but the enthusiastic visits from IDG, Jinri Capital, and Qiming Venture Partners, along with the successive arrivals of Xiong Xiaoge, Xu Xin, and Hu Xubo, were enough to inspire the employees’ enthusiasm.

Even so, overtime work at WeChat Company became a persistent, unpreventable phenomenon.

In response to this trend, Yu Xing specifically summoned Deputy Director Tan Ruize, hoping he would take charge of part of it.

“You beast!” Chen Qingli angrily tore the man off Linlang and punched him square in the face.

“Your Majesty flatters me!” Le Tian bowed upward, knowing full well his couplet carried a derogatory tone toward Xi Xia.

Su Jue’s face showed surprise—the twenty-fourth strike of the Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Rods, possessing fifty-four stellar ranks of power, was effortlessly flung away by Lan Tong’s single blow.

Her white teeth gleamed even whiter under the moonlight, making Mo Jiuqing’s lips appear even more bloodless.

“Mechanical Death God! You’re imagining things! My body is possessed by the Dragon Soul! He can’t swap it!” Jack shouted.

The court has yet to reach a decision on the reward of two thousand catties of copper ingots; now that Lord Le has achieved another feat, the court is once again embroiled in debate over the matter.

“Oh no, I have no appetite for food! I’m asking you—has my case been clarified? Who framed me?” Qin Fengyi insisted on asking.

Streams of water poured from the Treasure Gourd, washing all the blood from You Meng’s body, while her other minor wounds slowly healed under the effect of Su Jue’s earlier blood.

The guards of the Prince of Xin’s mansion barred all outsiders from the perimeter; the rhythmic pounding of the Garrison Army’s running steps rose and fell, mingling with the chaotic shouts of soldiers clearing the battlefield and taking over city defenses.

“Alright, I know. Take care of yourself on the frontier—you must come back. We’ll wait for you at home.” Mo Jiuqing nodded, hands clasped behind her back, smiling calmly at Liu Lan.

Of course, besides Su Jinyan carrying Li Su into the villa, two others were also “deeply emotional” hugging at the airport.

“Fine, I’ll give it to you.” Liu Jiajia reached into her pocket and pulled out five yuan, then handed it to her.

The meal was ready; they set up two tables—the main room table for the adults and the two guest children, the side room table for the Zuo family’s children.

He didn’t know what his son wanted to ask Sheng Chuxin, but since he’d said that much, he couldn’t say anything further.

Lin Xixi thought for a moment and explained: she had gone with Commander Ding to tour a warship, where signals were blocked, so the call couldn’t go through.

“I called! Did you hear? My son called me Dad!” Lu Yiheng exclaimed, beaming with excitement.

For a moment, Zhou Yao didn’t understand why she was analyzing such a stranger.

“Zi’er!” Mrs. Min turned pale, wanting to plead, but Min Shaohe silenced her with a glance.

“My lady, don’t rush—I’ll go check right away. You’ve just given birth; you mustn’t move.” Tan Mama, seeing her mistress try to rise, immediately pressed her down.

The old emperor laughed loudly and did not dwell on the topic, instead asking about her experiences in the Shengwu Clan.

Now that I think about it, the coffin ship and the giant turtle appearing together may have both been to rescue us after we fell into the water.

“Exactly! Why need so many gates! Besides, even if Ye Chen can match a beginner Emperor realm, to stand equal to us is far too weak!” At that moment, another man beside Wei Dongjie chimed in.

Qing Yue stood at the center of the arena, slender and ethereal, her gaze fixed directly on Yun Li in the spectator stands.

Qing Yue frowned—not because she didn’t want to resist, but because she couldn’t resist at all! The opponent’s strength was unfathomable! Her true realm was Spirit Void Stage Two, yet the opponent still effortlessly suppressed her.

“General, Master Murong didn’t eat—he left.” The cook stared at the cold meal in his hands; the general had clearly given more than half to that Murong Young Master—truly a hard exterior with a soft heart.