Chapter 88: It's Started Fighting

"I'll probably... arrive in the magic city in two days. See when you have time, and the two of us can go over the song."

Chi Ye steadied his mind, and while secretly praying for his beloved son, he put forward a suggestion.

"......I'll listen to you."

"Alright, shall we leave it at that for now?"

Chi Ye saw that things didn't seem to be finished on her end, with all the noise and commotion, so he asked tentatively.

"Okay."

Chi Ye prepared to hang up the phone.

"Mm..."

Teacher Shi fell silent.

An Kang remembered discussing the matter of being high-profile with Ye Qi once, and now he finally realized that his high-profile nature in certain matters was actually inseparable from Zhou Mingfeng's instigation.

And the fans who had been arguing fiercely before also quickly shook hands and made peace... to be precise, it was Luo Zihang's fans who unilaterally shook hands and made peace, after all, those "fans" of You Zhenkun who were scolding the members of the Cat Cult were actually basically just hired internet trolls.

From the outside, this clubhouse looks like a red-brick factory style, but once you step inside, it's like entering a European church from the Baroque period.

In the most successful month last year, Chu Yan sold five houses, but those houses were not large in layout, between eighty and one hundred and forty square meters, and they were not finished apartments either, with prices just over four thousand. That month, including base salary and commission, Chu Yan earned a total of over nine thousand yuan.

The scene in the dream was so realistic that whenever she recalled it, she felt a lingering fear.

He had been thinking about it just now when she proposed uploading pictures and videos; although these ideas were somewhat detached from reality, they might not be impossible to realize in the future.

The taxi passed through a wide avenue, and Shi Pan, sitting in the car, saw the city gate tower on one side, as well as the red flag fluttering in the wind.

"Ever since I became enemies with Gu Donghai, I've been spreading the word everywhere that I'm looking for the Thousand-Faced Enchantress, but I haven't found her. I only then realized that since so few people know her true face, I might not find her even if I look for years."

Li Lin decided to use a folding stool to meet the enemy first, and if he couldn't beat them, he would then resort to a knife and a stun baton; after all, the other party wasn't a professional thug or scoundrel.

Cheng Ruoshui seemed to have more to say, but since Su Qingyuan didn't speak, she didn't continue, only blinking her gentle eyes and sitting quietly.

"He can definitely be saved, he definitely can! Don't be afraid!" Su Qianxun was cheering her up, and also cheering herself up.

Following that was Song Bozhi's impassioned speech, every sentence of which sounded so inspiring.

Gu Ziling didn't know why he had to be so stubborn; he clearly couldn't stand Sheng Xiao's existence, yet he insisted on holding on.

As he spoke, he walked up to the Knight S, reached out, clamped the latter's neck with his arm, and walked toward the backstage with a loud laugh.

"What happened to your leg? The nurse said you were shot twice." Le Mo looked down at the person in his arms, haggard and frail, so thin and small in his embrace; it was clear that they had suffered a lot during this time.

"If you know you were wrong, then hurry up and eat your breakfast." Gu Qingyan pretended not to give him a pleasant look, lest he become arrogant from being spoiled.

"Xuxu, haven't you always wanted to know why I stopped you from getting close to Xia Chonghua?" After a long while, Bo Xi'qu finally moved his lips.

It wasn't until he ran into the courtyard and the cold wind blew against his face that something seemed to flash through his mind; he instinctively stretched out his finger and gently touched his own lips—how could there be a cool, tingling sensation?

At this moment, in an ordinary casino, a man with bloodshot eyes and shabby clothes was staring at the dice on the table.

This kind of thing hadn't happened in who knows how long; it seemed that such an explosive trending topic would only appear back when Lin Ruofeng hadn't faded away, when Lin Ruofeng was stirring up trouble.

At this moment, in the room, Wu Bin was still in a comatose state, a headless corpse lay in the corner, and the atmosphere in the room was cold and eerie to the extreme.